for Wendy DeGroat
a seedling pushing through ash is worlds away
from morning’s lawnmower, neighborhood turkey vulture
and its shock of magnificence above children
rapt with a small ball. Her lines bring a woman’s
hands to life: cayenne onto the chickpeas. I ache
for the mundane but come evening, will try to woo
something celestial to my open and undraped window.
Deep-end blue napery on table, swaying wildflowers
in a funky-shaped vase. I swear I’ll make nectarine-cardamom
jam to sing into the deep bowl of morning. Before bed and dreams
without words, there’s the private act of serene ablutions—
lather of warm water and rose soap. Her poems.
Marjorie Thomsen is the author of Pretty Things Please and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Poems have been read on The Writer’s Almanac and she has received awards from the New England Poetry Club and the University of Iowa. A poem about hiking in high heels is being made into a short animated film. She recently earned certification to become a Poet-in-Residence in the Boston Public Schools.