I long to slide down

your creamy, white sides

all the way to your center,

and climb to the tip

of your golden cob.

I want to dive down

your spiraling veins of light

and explore your dizzying mysteries.

I dream to swim along

the very edge

of your great undulations,

falling and rising

until I can swim no more

and shout to the sky,

“Calla lily, how come

you, too, are heart-shaped?”