Clarity of Flowers
After Hanna Helmuth’s “Hereafter”
Once this old world dies
And a new one emerges,
Come to the field where
Flowers bloom generously
In sheets of transparency—
Their roughshod beauty
Preserved eternally
Like butterflies under glass—
Spread out a blanket
And rest your head
On a pillow of grass.
Let the sun enter your body.
Call softly to the wind
And before you know it,
A new life blossoms.
Name it yours.
— Carlomar Arcangel Daoana
