These Few Seeds
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Throughout this splendid book, grounded in the intimate joys and trepidations of new motherhood, there is an undercurrent of foreboding about the kind of world we are bequeathing to our children-a world ravaged by environmental degradation and political strife. But Meghan Sterling's unflinching depiction of the imperiled world that her daughter
Meghan Sterling
Meghan Sterling is co-editor of the anthology A Dangerous New World: Maine Voices on the Climate Crisis and Assocate Poetry Editor of the Maine Review. Her work has been published in Rattle, Balancing Act 2, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Sky Island Journal, The Ekphrastic Review, and elsewhere. She has been a Dibner Fellow at the 2020 Black Fly Writer's Retreat and a Hewnoaks Artist Colony Resident in 2019 and 2021. Her chapbook, How We Drift, was published by Blue Lyra Press in 2016. She lives in Portland, Maine, with her family. These Few Seeds is her debut full-length poetry collection.
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These Few Seeds - Meghan Sterling
One
Morning Prayer
It is the beginning. It is the beginning
when there was you. It is the beginning when there
was you and me and her, before it all just became life,
when it was new. Can you remember?
We are there now, again,
standing at the beginning where we can hold
the new of her, the new of who we had just become,
our new names. Mother. Father.
Taking these names from our ancestors,
all the others who were what we are now,
taking these names out of the air
before we have a chance to try them on.
Our new names. Standing at the edge of water,
praying for our daughter’s safety.
It is the beginning when there was you and me and her
and the water that’s rising—
oceans, lakes, rivers, streams,
all rising on this morning
still soft with the night that was just here.
Sidekick
It was along the beach, always, that great revealer
of the secret body, ungainly as marine life. We were
dolphins caught in a rip-tide. We were beached jellyfish.
We were a pod of seals spread across the sand,
shining like puddles with their grease rainbows.
Barefoot, feet a little sticky. Hands also. Snap bracelets,
scrunchies. The walking and walking. Through hidden thickets:
Indian hawthorn, lantana, rosemary, sea rocket, woody goldenrod,
pennywort. The paths littered with flecks of metal, paper, condoms
like shrapnel after sex, and we were ancient, wise as wild horses,
weaving our way through our habitat when the boys would come
and we would bend, we would weaken. We would break ranks.
Flocking to them. Hungry, aware of our bodies being appraised.
I learned my art: the blade that slices, that separates skin from bone,
the way one path forges another.
Say you forgive me. Poison dart tongue. Face a mask.
Machine gun smile. Rat-a-tat-tat. Clumsy joint passed
beneath the palmettos. Say you understood the ruse.
Be the clothespin. The mother in her white pinafore
and hat like a basket of flowers. Be the wildflower meadow.
Creator of the hot air balloon. Psychic. Reader of palms.
Superhero’s sidekick. Walking along the yellow beach,
grasp the knife handle plunged deep into the wet sand.
Be surprised when it slides out easily, your mouth a mottled O
shining in the rusted blade. Be a killer, sexual adventuress,
librarian with buttoned neck and glasses and no panties.
Holster the knife, keep walking—there’s a group of boys
lounging ahead, boys who love a good story.
California
is always coming apart