An Entry from Thérèse's Diary (if things had gone differently)
Nothing ever looks brighter or
feels warmer than the first truly
nice day of spring. The sun comes out
for the first time in months.
The sun was so bright it hurt my eyes.
It shines first in April but by
June sun beams burn themselves out.
I think I’ll see the leaves fall, but first
I’m sure I’ll have to watch my flowers die.
Unrelenting happiness is a kind of prison too,
a worm caught in an apple chewing tunnels with no escape.
Just when I think it won’t end, that the sun
will scorch, blister, bruise my skin red and purple
Clouds form, it cools,
the worm slithers out of the apple.
I take a bite. it’s almost my birthday.