Robert Ronnow


Under-Sky Sleeping, Bone Keeping - Poem by Robert Ronnow

In the holy spot
with the sitting rock
there is oak. Out
where humans live
there is shagbark hickory
and maple.

Ants climb the rock.
August, and young birds
are quiet when the parents
celebrate the flowering
weeds. Next come
the seeds of autumn.

I am here to name it
and know it and help it
to grow. True, these mountains
are my grave. A good grave
to go to.

The crows have been
in conference, again.
A jay, blue, pokes
a hole through reality.
There I find the sumacs
fruiting and the male sex organs
of the Queen Anne's lace.

Company of flies, so
intelligent. Two abandoned
farmer's fields are wide as
Alaska. Is there one
who could name
every flower here?

Topic(s) of this poem: august, birds, flowers, grave, mountains, name, oak, parents, sky, sleeping


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, September 11, 2015


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