POEM: Tomorrow’s Work Undone

I. Tomorrow’s Work Undone

Over Appalachian hills of devonian coal

     Spread glowing beams of dusklight,

A fading glow on the half-harvested valley,

     Westward light lingers.

Her fingers ache; her hands leave work

     incomplete

She returns home for the night.

 

Anna drifts in dreams to the sheep:

     rams, ewes, lambs long grown

past shearing days and rooing times;

     Dreams to a young son’s spring sadness

The town boys taking, cutting short

     his lamb’s life, rocks mocking

Stones of wanton wreckage.

     It was slain down by the old foundation

Behind the new school.

 

Awoken, alone, Anna rises in darkness,

     halts past her sleeping child’s room

And passes to the porch and outside under

     A black sky aglow with stars

Spread as bright seed in firm earth.

 

How long,

     How long this night?

Fast fallen now,

     or are these deeper middle hours,

     or will an unseen horizon

Promise dawn?

 

II. On a Day after Tomorrow.

 

We walk together through

Fruits strewn on the orchard floor,

Autumn flesh split open

     Revealing the seed reserved

     For days yet to come

But I see the tree with one

     Left aloft and pick it for Anna

     since it is for the present time.

 

Stand again

     Axe-felled trees

Lift up again,

     age-worn mountains laid low,

Sprout again,

     fruitful grains of frost-burned wheat

Rise again,

     you who lie in the dust of the death.

Rise, for your maker is risen again.

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