Daylight Savings
Posted: November 10, 2017 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentOil on Lenox – “Boyd”
Hair Loss and Luggage
There’s a heavy silence lingering in the air
Fire toothed trees torch the grey skies in protest
We all know what comes next
Pressure on my chest as I notice the birds aren’t there to witness my labored breathing
I hate the sound of my thighs rubbing their fabric together as I push
Pull and
Gather
What’s left of a garden once well loved
Heavy boots sink into freezing mahogany mud while I dig
The friction between shovel and earth is a familiar sensation
They played bagpipes at my grandfathers funeral
Stars and Stripes and wood against grass and Irish poetry I didn’t understand
The potatoes are rotten this year
They pus green and smell like hospital beds
Perhaps we waited too long for the task at hand
Or the wet summer drowned their defenses
Or maybe it just wasn’t meant to be
I dig and blister my hands in the still air
Jolting every time I hit a rock
Waking my hibernating mind
“Stay here” the rock says
“Why?” I respond
“Because there’s work to do” it replays
“And if you don’t prove the whole crop is waste, no one will believe you”