Time Bomb by Ted Guhl

Last night
all around the house
occurred a soundless explosion
of several million years duration
which was but a moment.

Yesterday, wherever
one might have looked,
there was a debris of ice,
fallen branch and barren stalk.

This morning, at the front door,
returning from the garden,
brushing moist earth from my knees,
I can just remember the time
spent waiting for this spring.

I have planted seeds,
minute containers of eternity,
flames of many colors ignited
by the sun’s ignition. Soon there will be
a fireworks of flowers.