A poem to start a hungry weekend

 

Winnebago County Forest Preserve. Rockton, IL
Winnebago County Forest Preserve. Rockton, IL

How the Trees on Summer Nights Turn into a Dark River

by Barbara Crooker

how you can never reach it, no matter how hard you try,
walking as fast as you can, but getting nowhere,
arms and legs pumping, sweat drizzling in rivulets;
each year, a little slower, more creaks and aches, less breath.
Ah, but these soft nights, air like a warm bath, the dusky wings
of bats careening crazily overhead, and you’d think the road
goes on forever. Apollinaire wrote, “What isn’t given to love
is so much wasted,” and I wonder what I haven’t given yet.
A thin comma moon rises orange, a skinny slice of melon,
so delicious I could drown in its sweetness. Or eat the whole
thing, down to the rind. Always, this hunger for more.

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3 thoughts on “A poem to start a hungry weekend

  1. I love that line “air like a warm bath” ….. I know that feeling and it comes but a few times a year here in NH……wanting to hold on yet always the moon is rising and the earth is spinning onward……

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      1. Yes, just that slight touch gives it that heightened awareness of “hunger” and “fullness”….the poet catches and keeps it in words so the reader can hold on as well…..had that feeling summiting Gunstock last night with the moon rising in a pale blue sky. Ahhhhhh…….July!!!!

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