A poem for summer
August heat bakes this earth. All around the Northwest, corn and tomatoes are ripening. Plums are growing fat on their branches. Watermelon, plump and happy, fills produce bins. And peaches flood our mouths with a succulence that has been growing, quietly, since the first breath of spring.
A poem for today, in honor of this time.
"From Blossoms" by Li-Young Lee
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches
From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom