Gifts

A friend leaves a dozen eggs and a stick on our back porch. She instructs my daughter to put that stick in water.

Doubtfully, my daughter sets the unassuming brown branch in a glass of water on our kitchen table. Really? she asks me.

I tell her it’s a twig from a Daphne bush she’s walked by countless times. When it blooms in that water, you’ll be amazed. I promise her this.

Here’s Adrienne Rich’s poetry for the soul, forwarded from my father.

I won’t tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods
meeting the unmarked strip of light—
ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.

 

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About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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6 Responses to Gifts

  1. Gran Torino says:

    The painfully sharp “when you fall out of the canoe and water in your face” last line of your poem in these covid times reminds me of Ambrose Bierce’s definition of “patience” in The Devil’s Dictionary: “A minor form of despair disguised as a virtue.”
    Thanks for the entries in these times. GT

    • Well, that’s an amazing definition of patience. I’m (somewhat) heartened to hear despair can appear as a minor form. We’re two weeks into quarantine here — and I’m guessing only spring might revive my depleted reserves. Hope you’re all holding up.

  2. Ben Hewitt says:

    Holy hell that’s a good poem! Thanks for sharing.

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