Magical Science
A Poem
It’s all I can do No joke
Today is a day when hurt is scheduled When missing goes into effect
And I have to hold up Hold it together
My favorite bird, Mr. Scrub Jay Loves sunflower seeds, all day
I think of him in a garden, perching and swaying On the tops of the sunflowers
They barely can hold him, he’s a giant But he’s quick at the task
Grab and go Take the seeds, hide them, or eat them, or both
Fly and return, fly and return Smart and beautiful
I learned that blue wasn’t a real color For birds, and my mind was blown
I learned that a lot of colors are just Tricks of the sun, playing with light, magical science
Imagine it! A field of magical science, also known as Nature
Nature that gives us all that it has Even when it shouldn’t
Even when we don’t deserve it Even when we barely appreciate
All that it takes for it to exist The magical science of flowers should be enough for us
To pause, wait, respect, enjoy.
Jenny Justice, Poet. Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal. You can read more of her poetry at Justice Poetic. Sign up for her newsletter here.
This is a poem in honor of Floral Week, thanks to Tapan Avasthi for the ideas, inspiration, support, and poetic gifts. For more floral week poems, check out my garland ring of contributions here:






