Destiny Tango

Paintet as a response to a Poem from Raphael Block, from his latest book, At This Table:

Destiny Tango

This hyacinth fills the room 

     with its sweet scent. 

         Like a huge fruit 

              it leans its head

toward the earth.

     Grown from bulb, crammed

          in a small pot, it seems

              unable to fulfill its goal

to offer pollen, fertilize 

     the ground with seed, 

         scatter purple petals

              on a breeze

yet it will find a way around

to make its bow both lasting and profound.

By the book here or look for more from Raphael Block:
http://raphaelblock.com/