Wednesday, July 18, 2012

EARTH ~








HANDS




He was the first

One ever to show

Me anything, and

Make sense, about

A garden. When he

Called me down into

The fenced half-acre

I walked through the

Wire gate and found

Him shoulder high

In the early morning

Blossom of peas.

And snapping a pod

Open, with the same

Hands that cut timber,

Mended fence and

Milked cows — who

Came in here every

Morning before he

Went off to chores —

He put everything

Into my hands

When he said,

Now taste this.



___________________

from Where Rivers Meet
by Bob Arnold
Mad River Press (1990)





photo © susan arnold

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