Kentucky River Junction

Kentucky River Junction
From Collected Poems by Wendell Berry

Clumsy at first, fitting together
the years we have been apart,
and the ways.

But as the night
passed and the day came, the first
fine morning of April,

it came clear:
the world that has tried us
and shadowed us its joy

was our bond
when we said nothing.
And we allowed it to be

with us, the new green
shinning.

*

Our lives, half gone,
stay full of laughter.

Free-hearted men
have the world for words.

Though we have been
apart, we have been together.

*

Trying to sleep, I cannot
take my mind away.
The bright day

shines in my head
like a coin
on the bed of a stream

*

You left
your welcome.

* Wendell Berry is a poet and novellist.

 

 

 

Shadow

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Some shadows
Reflect their origin,
Like an honest child,
Some play tricks
On our eyes as

These books on the desk
Cast shadows on the wall,
Stirs a fantasy in  our psyche,
Plays on the riddle.

Is the teen pumpkin thief,
Just because he’s been roaming
Round the pumpkin patch in the dark
On the eve of Halloween?

The shadows of the tree branches
On the wall, the red veins,
The spider web of the road to the truth.

 

©Byung A. Fallgren

Night Song

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Night Song 
by Andrea Ferrari
(aferrari@stmary.edu.ar)

trees were singing a song
last night
a swishing and a swinging
song of wind on tangled hair
running fingers through dark green
sheets flapping on the line
of the sky
which listened
(we all listened)
rooted deep in blankets of brown silence
to their night song

in the morning the window told us
it was a water song.

Our Neighbors

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Our Neighbors

As if by God’s finger points or
Like air-born seeds of cottonwood,
We settle down on the same street
As beginners or semi-ones, just
Brief greetings doable most of times
Of our hectic days.
Children’s affairs, monetary demands,
And so forth, plunge us into the sea of
Arduous games, forcing to be
Athletes of our lives.
Then the devil sneaks in, poking our
Shoulders,
Heart-monitor, a no more stranger.
We seek the better place, like insects
With the broken antenna.
In realization, we straighten our back,
Tend the old garden.
We let the wind blow its course.


©Byung A. Fallgren

 

When the Pandemic Brings a Hope (3)

Social Isolation, nothing new to me; yet
One of the effective rules to
Stop spreading COVID-19, and more.

On my trip to the post office,
I meet an x-neighbor and learn her daughter’s
Death two years ago.
I gawk, shocked; she was my daughter’s childhood friend.
“She had a brain cancer,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Now, I take care of her children.”
We continue on chatting. Then we hug,
Before parting, breaking the rule of
Keeping six-feet distance from each other
Not to spread the coronavirus–
We know we should not break the rule.

On my way back home, I stop by the warehouse,
Look for toilet paper, hand sanitizer, found none,
but a single pack of Baby Wipes.
I grab it.
Turning back, I drive along the countryside,
Inhale the cow-manure-tinted breeze,
Rustle of silk-skirt of the maid of Spring,
Her breath balmy.

On the path by the field, freshly plowed
And pulsates in anticipation,
A young mom carries, in her arms, her baby,
Two little girls and a dog skip along, carefree.
Somehow I know the wings of the pandemic
Will fall, soon.
And our lives will spring back.

©Byung A. Fallgren