The Ancient Modern

What More From Earth?  /  Joshua Alan Sturgill

Today, I tasted leaves of wild Yarrow
in the stones of a ruined house.
            They were bitter and dry

Stem and leaves of Purslane
along an ancient path.
            They were tart and bright

Fruit from a wounded Persimmon 
in the forest where a fire raged.
            It clung to my teeth, 
            nutmeg and hazel

Wild strawberry at the mouth 
of an abandoned mine.  I took 
            the ripe and left the green

What more from Earth than mint
and thyme and currants, each
in its season?  The tart is good
            The bitter satisfies

Yet above all taste,
I prefer the fragrance
of the Ponderosa.

From fissures in its jigsaw puzzle skin,
the Ponderosa whispers of a land
where dead have ceased

from dying, where we no longer need
or eat, where sight is touch, where taste
is immortality

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2021 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.

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