Poem: Under Heaven
the careful cultivation...
Under Heaven
Find a market that sells a pomegranate
in early summer, and you find a place
that doesn’t understand how appetite
has a season, how it takes the careful
cultivation of months for its many-chambered
heart to find fullness, a climate both steady and dry
to swell blossoms to galaxies wrapped in taut peel.
What true connoisseur hurries desire
or endures the pith, the grain-grind of seed
absent the anticipation of the small explosion
from the aril that purples the tongue?
—Anne M. Doe Overstreet
“Under Heaven” is from Delicate Machinery Suspended, used by permission of . Featured photo by Feliphe Schiarolli, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.