Is that what we will remember? a cold wet spring --
everything waiting as we were
waiting
as if holding our
breath
the season
too waiting
holding
its breath everything holding
back -- breath
-- buds --
blossom --
holding back holding
in holding
on
holding
out ……………
We will remember that
it was spring
That we were waiting
trying to stay
whole trying to stay safe
trying to stay
healthy
while everything
else around us tried
to leap
forward to
spring --
We will remember that we waited
and the blossoms bloomed
at last
in the year of the plague
Elsa Johnson was born in Cleveland Ohio in 1943 and has
mostly lived here all her life. An undergraduate art and English major, she
was mentored by poet Fred Eckman during his years at BGSU (see Over West) in
the '60s. Elsa then studied English Literature at the University of Indiana at
Bloomington, and taught (briefly) at the University of Akron. Sometime in the
1980s Elsa totally switched gears and went off to the Ohio State University
to study and receive a Masters degree in Landscape Architecture, which she has
happily practiced ever since. Around 2008 she became friends with poet
Sarah Gridley and was returned to the practice of poetry, thus creating a full
circle. She hopes to write poetry and create gardens and art for another 20
years.
Elsa, great to read another of your poems.
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DeleteLove this, love your garden (which I walk past often).
ReplyDeletehey --if you see me out there stop by and say hello
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