A Dahlia’s Dare
Shaun Anthony McMichael
Does the dahlia dare ask why
disks of its flower bloom so wide,
darkening the ground with a shadow
bigger than desirable, a shadow damask-patterned,
lion-headed, and petal crowned,
a strong-stalked wonder,
when the crowded ground of this garden
could scarcely allow
another violet?
Nor do I any longer doubt or debate my design
as a lion-headed dahlia of a man
impractically positioned at the base
of the eroding cliffside of my time.
Couldn’t a score of sprouts better suited
to survive the coming landslide
have thrived instead?
Countless seedlings spring up in my shadow.
The pale petals of my days filter
the scorching white god of the sun
into a milky white light,
nourishing the budding tomorrows.
When the loom spinning sisters of my fate
loosen the sandbags holding back the hillside behind
and my stalk is snapped in the landslide’s tumbledown,
besides the shoots my shadow has nourished,
I will leave a tuber, my child,
whose heart will radiate
from beneath fathoms of silt and clay,
sending rhizomes silently skyward
to break like lightning from the earth,
it’s blooming color flaring as loud
as thunder, roar, and word.
Since 2007, Shaun Anthony McMichael has taught writing to students from around the world, in classrooms, juvenile detention halls, mental health treatment centers, and homeless youth drop-ins throughout the Seattle area, where he lives with his wife and son.