On My Way to Take a Photo of the Fence Post I Get Distracted
Retracing my steps, I knelt
each pellet left by the deer who lives
in my barn. I noticed
each whisper of frost glimmering
in the sun, now rising over the shadowed hillside,
I was captivated by tiny crystals of frost
and how they were kissing
each and every piece of neatly
Precious gems of ice
are created when the temperature drops
Captivating the dew point frozen
I left for the field and was surprised
by the frost kissed pooh
just after abandoning
the heat of NPR and reports of Paris
A cousin’s husband died on 9/11.
She kissed him goodbye
that day and he never
came home. I am aware
that more mothers of children
suffered that fate anew.
It is tempting for me to investigate
the hate I have for people who plant
But instead “Wait, Wait” comes on the radio
as I return inside and I hear the host
offer hint after hint
to this octogenarian.
While she takes the quiz I relax
because he practically gives his guests the answers.
It is such human decency
and my bottom lip quivers in the face of this generosity.
She doesn’t take the bait
however, and answers incorrectly.
What motivates his parting assurance?
“But you can stand tall
as you introduce yourself in restaurants.”
Perhaps he thinks about how she will hear
herself if ever she listens
to a replay of this show? Just plain grace?
These meditations are more mysterious
than glittering frost on pooh.
Back in my field, where I shiver
a single blade of sun drenched grass
stands up against the horizon line of day’s break.
A black shadow is hiding much of the hill.
I crawl, sacrificing my belly because
the photo is crucial
when the news about Paris
A tender host, the sun
and frosty deer remnants
when the hillside looms
so very dark.
Here is the Wait Wait link. An enormous thank you to Rosemerry who helped me with this poem, to my poetry workshop at WCWF, to Sue Ann, whose blog this week inspired me to post this instead of letting it sit in a drawer, and to the deer who lives in my barn. My heart reaches toward those in Paris.
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