This Rose Is Like My Students

S.E.W. Smith

 

A Joseph’s Coat Rose continues to change as it blooms.

 

At first, it is shrouded in greenleaf:

Small, packed and tight.

Then the very tips peek out and warn you of spectacularities yet unrealized

 

Red, orange, yellow-

all spiral-splash, all twist-turn,

rolling out,

reaching for the sun,

on and on –

This is its many-layered flowering.

 

The Joseph’s Coat Rose says Look! and Look!

And look again tomorrow

When I shall be the same

in self

But appear completely new

To you who come to see me.

 

This, it says, is what I am.

I am all of this at once –

All the colors,

All the turns and folds,

And I always was.

I am, I will be, I will have been –

Alive and bright in all conjugations.

 

And you, who watered me,

Fed me and pruned the wayward cane here or there?

 

You believed I was all of this in truth,

Long before others could see

and smell

and wonder.

 

It is to you I bloom first.

Take joy, and know I am grateful,

Says the Joseph’s Coat Rose.