POET OF THE WEEK
Sally Bedford
Week of January 22
He would know. Laborer of trees, wood turner.
His hands trail surfaces, humming:
cherry, maple, birch, walnut, teak.
When I flinch from a splinter stuck in the arch of my foot, he says,
“Put your foot in warm water. It will release in warm water.”
I do, and it does.
He would know. Laborer of trees, wood turner.
His hands trail surfaces, humming:
cherry, maple, birch, walnut, teak.
When I flinch from a splinter stuck in the arch of my foot, he says,
“Put your foot in warm water. It will release in warm water.”
I do, and it does.
READING NOW The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben.
EARLY WATER MEMORY I was on shore of the Atlantic, watching my mother swim out to the last buoy. I thought she’d be swept away.
TO PROTECT WATER I remove leaves from storm grates and do not apply fertilizer or pesticides to my garden.