On looking back at a summer of drought from the beginning of autumn

At twilight the great Cheshire smileimages-1
of September moon
hangs in deep blue western sky,
or maybe
you see a sharp sickle
poised above harvest and fleeing geese,
a curl of pine wood whittled,
a sail taut against the wind,
or the sweet lazy fingernail clipping
of the galaxy.

There are many ways to remember
this June that dried out the strawberry plants,
July whose heat
wilted the children in from the beach,
hurried the pumpkins and squash in the fields,
enervated weddings and fireworks,
and August,
when we stood in our sweat,
melting a cone of disappointment.

We do that with our lives, too,
the disappointed thing,
reviewing the people we had to de-trust,
the costly dreams devalued
exchanged for smaller currency,
the jobs or spouses or children
that never summered,
never rolled out for us the perfect vacation.

Our life was a drought season,
while other people were on a glorious cruise.

Or we look up at the beautiful moon,
a white comma
between all our metaphors

and choose to see the grin in the sky.

 

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8 Responses to On looking back at a summer of drought from the beginning of autumn

  1. dabar96 says:

    This is a beautiful reminder of the lenses through which we interpret the handiwork in the sky.
    Thank you.

  2. Maren says:

    Our small swath of Massachusetts and New Hampshire is in extreme drought. Parishioners on wells are driving to the church to get water (makes for good CROP walk publicity) New England has not had such a patch of damaging drought in recorded history. While there are floods so many places we are as dry as California.

  3. Linda Grund-Clampit says:

    So lovely! Thank you!

  4. dee says:

    Maren– I absolutely love this. So poignant, true, and ultimately hopeful..especially the “disappointment” stanza and how the human re-works and re-imagines and re-negotiates seasons of drought and *chooses* to see the “grin” in the sky. Beautiful. Clip-worthy. Tear-bringing…in a good way.

  5. Maren says:

    Thank you. You will see that my mid week thoughts tend less to the political debate than the sky!

  6. Wonderful word pictures that pull me into a landscape I don’t know but can readily understand, reminding me of a couplet learnt from my mother: ‘Two men gazed through prison bars, one saw mud, the other stars.’

  7. Maren says:

    I have never heard that — thank you.

  8. I simply loved this poem and post!

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