From What the Welsh
and Chinese Have In Common
Carrots
- Their roots deepen like a woman
- who will not leave her home,
- giving sturdiness
- that must be counted in weeks.
- The strongest part
- is kept from ice, from wind,
- pressed into the invariable
- heat of earth.
- These are reservoirs like
- the diaries of the lonely,
- contemplative and
- singular. Each evening passing,
- they thicken.
- Uncovering a carrot
- late in August
- I pause to consider
- the value of solitude;
- the daily waking
- to choose a private landscape
- where minute is
- imperative. The mornings
- without voice lag
- like shaded frost
- through noon.
- The later hours, those sullen
- times, linger
- beyond their welcome.
- There is a steadiness
- to this sloth, the day
- trailing day into months.
- In the months, a history assembles.
- What place more secure
- than in soil, where roots swell
- hidden and rarely disturbed.
Paul_Jones@unc.edu
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