Let the Circle Be Broken
A Few Non-Closures, Gary Grove

You say, “Just close it now, and let it go.”
Your eyes, two windows shuttered on the night.
How will the flower find a way to grow

And struggle upwards into morning’s glow,
Torn from the depths that hold both dark and light?
You say, “Just close it now, and let it go

“Into the past, don’t hold on to the woe,
Don’t let old shadows dim tomorrow’s sight.”
How will the flower find a way to grow?

This closing interrupts the lifeblood’s flow
And stops the heart.  By what imperious right
You say, “Just close it now and let it go,”

I cannot fathom.  What is it you know
Of sorrow’s secret workings, and its might?
How will the flower find a way to grow?

Stone walls rise up around me, row on row,
The echo comes more faintly from the height.
You say, “Just close it now and let it go.”
How will the flower find a way to grow? 


Liz Huck