You Missed the Sunflowers at Their Height

You missed the sunflowers at their height,

Came back when they were bent and worn

And the gnats, half-froze, fell one by one

Into the last of the sprawling marigolds.

And as if linked to some spider thread

Made visible only because of rain,

You sat and watched the day come light

And hope leapt back into your brain,

And suddenly this surprising earth,

No longer clouded, was known again,

And all you had thought lost you found

Was simply for a time mislaid.