crunchy spicy wild rocket
young fava beans from long green pod
spring red onion chopped fine
safran pecorino balsamic vinegar
unfiltered olive oil
cloudy green from terracotta jar
barley bread and malvasia bianca
brings a smile a song from blue
from afternoon heat to fresh dew morning
from celeritous green lizard to lazy black snake
rosemary bloom ends now to thyme and sage
from calendula to poppies
from dandelion to rocket
the day spent kneeling
to rake away the weeds
to part the ferrous earth
for a hundred tomatoes
fearing for their youthful stock
in the burning midday sun
it is late you say to take arrogances seriously
you sung of Rilke as now zinnias and peas
it is the same word you sing for an old fellow
whose echoes wade into the shallows of Michigan
there is love in everything you do
no judgement no shame
just these words which sing despite themselves
and challenge the plentiful to introspection
my knees hurt now as i write these tender words
i will dream of tomato saplings and sprouting purple basil
everything needs a guardian and i know you have one
every plant i place will live within a chaotic logic
garlic on either side of every tomato
mint with the potatoes
chick peas with broad beans
all this you know
you know these weeds are far more than that
they are the answer they are the antidote
far too easy of course to listen to your wisdom
as the world sleeps into folly dreaming of monsters
i open my garden to you
Love this. I was thinking about writing a salad poem earlier, not sure why. The word "radicchio" popped into my head. "Celeritous" is my new favorite word.
ReplyDeletei love radicchio. yes a rather italian salad composition this. interesting that celery which has perhaps no etymological parentage is so bloody slow to grow! thanks so much for reading
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