By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
JACARANDA
For my father –
You wilted
before the severely pruned branches
returned
before throbbing cuts healed
In earlier seasons
I wondered why anyone would plant a tree
they could not let grow?
Now I know
we do our best
with the tools given
Today
I feel you looking through me
your sharpened fingers
rusted into rain
We have come far
from loppers and saws
Look at us:
the jacaranda blooming!
Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes was born and raised in San Diego, California. He attended Herbert Hoover High School and went on to study Religion and Theology at the University of San Diego. His book Intimate Geography, published by Ragged Sky Press, won the 2012 San Diego Book Award for Poetry. Ish, as he is known, has also written lyrics for German musicians Andrea Hörkens and Thomas Roderburg (Tender Art).
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Word! We live with 5 jacarandas. My other cuts them back. I was always mystified. Thanks for clarifying and the heart.