Like a mad red brain
the involute rhubarb leaf
thinks its way up
~Jane Kenyon from “April Chores”
Over the last few weeks, our garden is slowly reviving, and rhubarb “brains” have been among the first to appear from the garden soil, wrinkled and folded, opening full of potential, “thinking” their way into the April sunlight.
Here I am, wishing my own brain could similarly rise brand new and tender every spring from the dust rather than leathery and weather-toughened, harboring the same old thoughts and patterns.
Indeed, more wrinkles seem to be accumulating on the outside of my skull rather than the inside.
Still, I’m encouraged by my rhubarb cousin’s return every April. Not unlike me, it may be a little sour necessitating some sweetening, but its blood courses bright red and it is very very much alive.