Father, returning from the hay-harvest, your face, as I remember, full of nothing, like the sky is emptied from its long day’s battle with the anxious birds. And I was timid, but I touched your head, the pollen on your hands, and felt you resting. And I planted, under all the garlands I had built into my hair, a stem from the anemone you brought me home.
The scattered fields of polished stacks and ambushed earth were always waiting. After I had risen, we went out together and they whispered, yonder comes the mad haymaker and his child. They knew you were the actor of my season and observed me follow faithfully across a stage of sun and grass. All day with diligence we worked to paralyze the flood and turn it from its sweating path, till finally the night with black sarcasm ranged itself in sudden recklessness above the grain. And leaning on your arm, I led you slowly back.
In time I had to flow, with what was coming to my heart, another way, but my resolves are saturated with the past and what I place upon the tables of my judges is the working of that graceful tune into a larger song. Be certain that this child is yours, and even ashes will not translate her into a different house.
I memorized in innocence the pure fugue of those years. Immediate and constant is the heart I proffer in salute to him who gave me courage rather than security to wear – the sides of time will see us pass in other voyages of love.
Deep Thought: It’s funny how two simple words, “I promise,” will stall people for a while.
Today I am grateful for: Grain
Comments (5)
beautiful beautiful beautiful.
wow, very elegant, very beautiful “All day with diligence we worked to paralyze the flood and turn it from its sweating path” yes.
. . . .wow. It is very beautiful, and — I don’t know — my vocabulary doesn’t have the word I’m looking for — hmm. Determined? That sounds close. But different. Ah well.
I stumbled upon your site this morning. I have been looking at the “ramblings” of others to get strength to ramble myself. Most of what I have found has been booooooring and outdated, so I was extremely pleased to find a site where someone posted on a regular basis (and in complete sentences).
You have many great things to say; I enjoyed my time here.
Tbird36
If anyone wonders about prose poems, I think this is a beautiful example. Very nice.