Happy Earth Day weekend, month, year, life!
The randomly selected winner of How-to is Becca T. Thank you to all of you for your kind words and support of poetry! I am grateful to be a part of this project that honors the work of nurturing–be it a garden, a community, a life–in such a lyrical way. If you really had your heart set on it, do consider purchasing a copy from the publisher, Old School Books. For the rest of you curious readers, here is one of my poems that appears in the book. It’s about how I have to teach myself how to make zucchini fritters each year as if for the first time. And other things. Like an afternoon in a community garden. Enjoy and be well!
Summer opens in these moments,
wide mouthed and generous as a squash blossom
promising ample fruit to slice and grate,
to bake and fry in those dozen lost recipes reclaimed
come harvest time. The garden sits on a knoll,
blue mountains layered off in the distance,
blue sky raucous with clouds and shadows
and waves of shifting evening light. My child pacing
mulched paths, taking hold of the wheelbarrow,
screeching with something like exhilaration,
but is unnamable, unspoken. We gather
in a garden made with tools and water,
the unyielding soil softened with manure
and persistent grace. Fellowship.
It is a feast tasted with every turning of the wheel
towards warmth, a recipe calling for sun and rain,
forgotten in due course, but recovered
as we set the table together once more. This smell
of fertile earth. This sound of unnamable delight.
3 Replies to “Community Garden”
Beautiful poem! Love the tile too! Is Becca T me? Or is there another Becca? my email is beccathorn 7 at gmal dot com.
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing this poem. 🙂
This is just so lovely. Thank you for sharing.