Monday Poem

Tending tomato plants while the earth
bleeds into the Gulf of Mexico

Hunkered, hovering over you
clipping your lower leaves

leaving uncluttered five inch
fur-cloaked stems from soil to crown
I imagine your crimson future

your load of plump red planets
waiting to be plucked
weighted stalks drooping

—just a trellis keeping you
from collapse

the way the cosmos
is kept by the tension of heat and gravity
from collapse

the way we’re
kept by the tension of lust and love
the lust and love of all our senses
from collapse

the way nature,
if she is honored, keeps our being
from collapse

hovering here on my knees
hoping to taste the sweet juice
of your red future

by Jim Culleny
June 17, 2010