Sunflower

Sunflower
Yong Wan Choi 12.8.07

Stretching roots in search of true soil
growing tall in search of daylight
a single stem turned toward the sun

At night it bows its head and dreams
when the morning wind stops and shakes it
startled, it lifts its head—has my beloved come?

Treading the blue silk sky
the sun passes without a trace
it watches to the very end of a lifetime

Sunflower, your face
a world lived in the round

When the cold wind comes and it drops its first seeds
hugging the sunlight to its fill
it raises its long neck and smiles, perfectly round