Blue Jacket (Poem 305)

It is enough that you closed 

the door, which had only ever 

been ajar to begin with.

It is enough that you prefer 

smooth, succulent new growth, 

I, ancient redwood groves. 

It is enough that you chose 

to turn, laughing, toward those 

who do not know how long 

you took to buy 

one black jacket.

You will tell the story of 

the door you closed, though 

you will say it opened. 

You will learn to love the fruits 

of summer, not only their 

fragrant spring blossoms.  

You will turn, laughing, toward 

those who know how long 

you took to buy 

one blue jacket. 

It must be enough that they, 

not I, will be there.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six

(In the interest of full disclosure: This poem is adapted from an original poem I wrote in 2011.)