PRAYER TO BECOME SOIL
by Joanne Esser
Even after the storm that rips leaves
From the trees, even as branches crack
And fall, through the empty limbs
The sky remains. Under it, I stand
Empty-handed. I pray: Make me
Into something solid that will last.
Crumble me into soil beneath that sky,
Dark, thick, moist. Composed of
What has fallen apart. Humble
Enough to embrace the smallest seed.
Help me be modest, quiet, patient
So new roots might push in.
No longer do I want to be the plant,
The flower or fruit. Now is my time
Of stillness, to be the black ground
From which brighter things emerge.
As my blossoming ends, may I become
That which holds what is about to begin.
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Joanne
Esser writes poetry
and nonfiction in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She has also been a teacher of young
children for over thirty years. She earned an MFA in Creative Writing from
Hamline University and published a chapbook of poems, I Have Always Wanted
Lightning, with Finishing Line Press in 2012. Her full-length collection of
poetry, Humming At The Dinner Table” will be published in October 2019
by Finishing Line Press. Other recent work appears in Common Ground Review,
Nostos, Welter, Gyroscope Review, Miramar and Passager, among other
journals.
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