Nourish

Spirit Lake by Elan

Bits of straw, loose grain

Scattered on harvest floor.

Gleaned after tough rain

Of the native moon

Left nothing but tussled turf, and…..

Remnants of our hunger.

 

Those bones, crop stalks

Will bleach in encroaching,

Inedible sunlight,

Who comes

As either life or locust

Out of whose fever we shape

With thread and sticks, dream catchers

Symbols of the new planting season

Feared lost in the weather

 

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13 Comments on “Nourish

  1. Cogent, Elan! It is 105 here in Bakersfield, CA, today, and your poem makes me want to drop the thermostat down to 72 as my bones feel like the bones of your poem. My favorite lines:

    Those bones, crop stalks
    Will bleach in encroaching,
    Inedible sunlight,
    Who comes
    As either life or locust.

    Whoa! An eloquent depiction of summer, leaving the reader wondering if there will be fall following.

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  2. So I’m in Houston, safe and dry, but houses 3 blocks away still have 3 ft of water in them. I read this and felt a connection, even tho I know Elan lives on the West Coast somewhere. Then I saw it was tagged with “Houston.” Thanks for this. “Symbols of the new planting season / feared lost in the weather.” #hope

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  3. So glad to hear you’re safe. Yes, I’m in Portland Oregon. We’ve been having the complete opposite weather. Hotter and dryer than usual. Forest fire smoke hangs in the city like smog. Take care. Yep, hope.

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