Jessica
I am participating in the August Poetry Postcard Challenge this month. Each day, I send a new postcard with a poem on the back to a recipient on the group list. We began on July 27, but I am posting these a few days late, so that my pen pal can see them first. Enjoy!
Sifting Millet
Seeds get stuck in my nails.
I find myself counting grains
to calm myself. I am baffled
by the sheer numbers. I think
of grain elevators dotting Iowa
filled to bursting with seeds this size.
I imagine fields that stretch
state line to state line, with stalks
that will be harvested and broken down
into seeds. I think of the thousands
in this bowl alone. How can I live
with all this abundance
and still spend so much time wanting?
Written in response to a postcard poem to me by Bobbie Ogletree.
