August 10, Rutabagas in mid August

Monday August 10  —  “Through you we eat sunlight”

I had another poem queued up for today but Laura Grace Weldon’s song to a Rutabaga took my imagination by storm.   Your’s too, I hope.
Read aloud, more than once, and breathe a little.  Blessings on the new work week.

john sj

Today’s Post:  

Laura Grace Weldon: “Rutabaga”

Posted by Phyllis Cole-Dai on Aug 08, 2015 12:00 am

You darken as my knife slices
blushing at what you become. 
I save your thick leaves
and purple skin
to feed the cows. 

A peasant guest at any meal
you agree to hide in fragrant stew
or gleam nakedly
in butter and chives. 

Though your seeds are tiny 
you grow with fierce will
grateful for poor soil and dry days,
heave up from the ground 
under sheltering stalks 
to sweeten with the frost.

Tonight we take you into our bodies
as if we do you a favor—
letting your molecules
become a higher being, 
one that knows music and art. 

But you share with us 
what makes you a rutabaga. 
Through you we eat sunlight,
taste the soil’s clamoring mysteries,
gain your seed’s perfect might.

“Rutabaga” by Laura Grace Weldon, from Tending (Aldrich Press, 2013). © Laura Grace Weldon. Presented here by poet submission.

Art credit: “Rutabaga,” unknown medium, by Lara Call Gastinger. © Lara Call Gastinger, 2004.

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