A few weeks ago we asked our talented friend Warren to trade us his photography skills for produce. He shot some awesome pictures (see our Facebook page), but little did we know he would write such an amazing poem for us too. Thank you, Warren.
cloverleaf
by warren jones
what if
i lay my head
down
in the furrows
and lower
my eyes
below
the tops of esculents
that are almost
fit to be eaten
will i get a bitter
view
of the first morning
clouds
lifting off
like a liquid
frozen
crystalline
hot air balloon
regatta
what if i
wake up early
just in time to
watch
the morning full moon
set over
onions
and garlic
and kale
and strawberries
will i get a bitter
view
of what it’s like
to grow
food for the hungry
fed
by more than
just the parts
and pieces
we are adding
to the soil
are we fools
out here
hands freezing
in the wind
or
our we making
a prayer for
all human kind
as we breathe in
and push our hands
into soil
but no
i can hear the earth
shudder
and then exhale
as our hands begin
to warm
this is god’s work
i tell myself
and by that
i mean living
in mult-idimensions
standing still
long enough
to hear plants grow
standing still
long enough
to read the swell
of the land
and hear the dying
cry of the field mouse
to feel the
hem and haw
movement
of the harrier’s eyes
to feel each grain
of blowing topsoil
as it glances
off my leafless skin
yes this is it
all i’ve got to give
and
i’ll take my pay in
wind and sun
Warren Jones is a massage therapist, poet, photographer, musician, bike mechanic extraordinaire and all around fantastic person. He lives and works in Davis, CA. If you want to get on the list to receive his “o poema do dia” (daily poem) via email, schedule a massage, or see his other photos, check out his webpage here http://www.wjroots.com.
