There are so many layers to this beautiful book – nature, stewarding the natural landscape, and from the book’s description: “the relationship between the peoples of the African diaspora and the land on which they live.” But the one that resonates deeply with me is Dungy’s insistence that amidst all of this is who she is as a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend.

I plan to read her poetry collections Trophic Cascade (2017) and Smith Blue (2011) this month also. Each morning, I peruse Dungy’s lines or passages I’ve captured on my kindle and use them as a poetry prompt. I want to explore where these same areas touch my life.

Here are the first few:

April 1

We should all take time to plant life in the soil. Even when such planting isn’t easy.

 

toil

so much more than one tiny seed, we

are hope, joy, sweat, a future –should

you dare risk committing yourself to all

that hides within me?  take

me in your cupped hand and this time

offer thanks to sun, to rain, to

loam and clay before you plant

me deep underground –offer thanks for life

light, air in

a world where the

earthworm toils in darkness, birthing soil

bury me –that I may transform –even

the caterpillar spins in trust when

entombed in time    such

surrender   this is what planting

a garden asks, isn’t

it?   you were not promised easy

©draft, Patricia J. Franz

April 2

Patience is a kindness that carries me through long days and longer nights.

 

Patience

 

Patience is a wild bougainvillea

Accustomed to stingy care, the random rain

Trellised like a trophy, a temptress on display

Ignored until the fullness of her painted tips

Explodes in summer’s passion

Never a word, thorns hidden

Cloaked behind each tempting leaf

Eye candy with revenge on her mind

 

@draft, Patricia J. Franz

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