Saturday, July 18, 2015

Stephanie Peirce ----- five poems


I return to you

The jasmine had bloomed
in my absence, your presence.
Nasturtium, tomato, sunflower, sweet pea, morning glory
had all sprouted, twining up in green
to meet the sun.

When the plane sunk down in Newark yesterday,
slipping through the violet air,
descending to the flat line that was the earth
leaving the sun and clouds above,

You were there on earth to meet me.
My head full of clouds and heart full of seeds,
I burst like a piñata
who had been stuffed with only happiness.




Dulce de Leche

Went to see Cookieman at the bakery. The café Tavolo Pronto opened this Spring and it was like having a little outpost from Italy land in the neighborhood. Giant cheeses hang from the ceilings. Cookieman’s real name is Dan but I call him Cookieman because he has always given me something sweet for free. It began the first time we met. A lemon drop, a pignoli cookie, some chocolate bark. Without even knowing it was my birthday, that day he chose to make little personal sized dark chocolate cakes, some topped with raspberry preserves and some with nutella. I bought one of each. He always asks where I have been and sometimes I have to say nowhere but this time I said Rhode Island. He was making a new kind of cookie. Alfajores. Chilenitos. A South American cookie, two round scalloped butter sugar cookies held together by dulce de leche and dusted with powdered sugar. His ex girlfriend’s recipe, he says. I say “Oh you should make a cookbook of recipes of ex girlfriends.” He says “Oh it would be very short, only two pages.” I tell him that his café is my church. He says I should come there more often.



Solstice Double Rainbow

Sometimes you think the earth cannot get any more beautiful
and then a double rainbow rises up out of the land and plunges into the ocean
and four Russian kids in New Jersey leap into the sea, fearless, riding the waves into shore, bobbing and tumbling like seals while their mothers stand watch.

And we two strangers look over them also
as the rain and sun falls all around us, and the sea sweeps in and out,
and into the deep gray sky are burned the colors
violet indigo blue green yellow orange red,
and on the other rainbow mirrored
red orange yellow green blue indigo violet,
Reflective twins, stunt doubles.

No one needs a promise, no one needs a pot of gold.
Everything we need is right here,
and side by side we sink our feet into it
as it rushes in all around us.





The Pear Tree    

Our ritual is this~
We run through the autumn rain
to the pear tree
which is so laden with fruit
we think of ourselves as almost charitable
relieving its boughs of the weight
which is threatening to crack it in two,
split its limbs from its body.

The rain is thick and chilly.
The dog’s body so golden running over lush neglected grass,
like a river of gold,
 rushing over a river of green.

We each grab a pear
and then turn and run,
fast as we can,
back to the house.
I am a child again.

Once inside the door,
the dog cheerfully greedily grabs at both pieces of fruit.
His smiling jaws leaving tooth marks in our quarry, he
steals mine while I am drying his paws with a towel.

What can I say that he will understand?
I say nothing and wait for tomorrow
when I will be quicker, when I will be smarter.




The Joke

I am kneeling in the Acme grocery store in Fair Haven, New Jersey perusing the dizzying assortment of chocolate chips on the lowest shelves when an elderly man leaning on his cart approaches and asks:
“Soup, down the next aisle?”
“Yes, I believe it is.”
“Making cookies?” he asks.
“Yes,” I smile.
“Small children?”
“Nope, just me. How about you?”
“Nope, at 94 I am on my own.”

His eyes are clear and blue and he looks really not even a day over seventy. Nice skin, straight posture. The only give-away is the very careful way he grips the cart’s hand bar. And the fact that he is relaxed, he seems to have time, unlike some of other shoppers who are so hurried we must dodge them like traffic.

“They had a big party for my 90th” he says.
We continue to chat. He tells me a joke.
“You know what the inside of a tree and a dog’s tail have in common?”
I shake my head no.
“They are both the furthest from the bark.”

“Ok,” he says, “here is another one.”
There was a 90 year old man who went to his doctor and told him to give him a physical because he is getting married, and that to his surprise and delight he is marrying a 25 year old.
The doctor says, “I will do it but I am not sure it is a good idea, it could lead to death.”
The man shrugs and says, “Well, if she dies she dies.
What can you do?”


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