Friday, May 1, 1998

The Unlikely Hyacinths

When all else fails to make sense

of an ill-sorted life,

there are still the hyacinths

blooming in random perfection

across a neglected yard.

Their rose and lavender pastels

are redolent of pollen and desire,

and swollen petals curl back

in an ecstasy of bees. Their scent

and color speak of 'want'.

Yet an exacting symmetry

casts their sweet needs into

the salty logic of 'ought':

a perfect order amid

total disarray.

Barbara Bennett