Here is one beautiful poem by David Sloan from his book, The Irresistible In-Between, (Deerbrook Editions, 2013).
David Sloan was at the MWPA Literary Awards ceremony and it is always a pleasure to see him. He has received a number of awards for poems in the Poetry Short Works category.
It being the solstice, I thought I’d pick this poem as, picking up his book yesterday, it opened to it. I was reminded how many good poems are in this book. Another deserving author with a good book.
Philemon and Baucis
The wonder isn’t the gods’ appearance,
nor their beggarly disguises. Zeus
and Hermes love the earth—olive oil,
gullible women, the substantiality of marble,
that peculiar human failing of caring
too much. It’s the old couple themselves,
the way they welcome the strangers,
give up their stools, offer them wine
and apricots, stoke the fire, how they touch
each other’s shoulders. They gasp
when the wineskins refill themselves.
In the sudden light they kneel
before their guests, gold peeking
from beneath the rags, feel the dizzying
closeness of divinity. When the gods
grant one wish to repay their hospitality,
the wonder is what the couple
passes up— a wooden floor, new cook
pot, lifetime supply of firewood,
fleece-lined cloaks, the child
they never conceived. Instead
they ask only not to outlive
one another. It’s the gods’ turn
to gape. When the time comes,
the couple feels the forest taking them.
Sap rises, fingers send out leaf shoots,
bark creeps up, closes over their mouths,
but not before Farewell love,
overheard by hushed birds and caught
in the cleaved air, linden and oak
now a single trunk, entwined.