Daffodil Bulbs
I could stare at these tubs of dirt all day,
waiting for the miracle.
This is where I buried them,
swaddled in their papery skins
now wintering in a secret hideaway
like swollen nodes of sleep.
I envy their dark cocoons of privacy.
One more change of season
and these earthlings from inner space
will send up green antennae.
For now, inside each one, a mothership is working –
taking on nutrients, storing energy,
producing offspring for renewal –
ready for the final booster thrust.
Little heads of white, orange, yellow,
floating in the air.