Yellow Day-lily

Time did not stay
Long enough
So in the dark of the highnoon
Moon
I left the door open

And I waited
Holding a promise
Like a flower at the graveside
Where a human shell was left alone
Waiting for the open door
To let the promise
In

And the flower I held
A daylily thirsty and dry
Became my hand
With hurting joints
Hoping to still hold
What had already
Passed

Since time did not stay
And I had no space to hide it
From its own passage
If it had stayed

I opened the door wider
To let the long shadow cover
The darkness of the highnoon
Moon

And then there was no name
No smile carved upon the stone
Crushing the graveside
Where I let
The daylily fall
As a promise

September 11, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2109