So, something cheerful…I’m going to try to post more of that sort of thing over the next few weeks, I think. The world has darkness a-plenty and I’ll be occasionally writing about that, too. But here’s a poem I found by an author named Tony Johnston. She is a prolific writer of books for children who lives in California. This is from a book called Once in the Country: Poems of a Farm, written in 1996.
The best thing is their color,
old-night or early-dawn.
No, the best thing is their limpness
when I hoist them on.
No, the best thing is their looseness
like the soft skin of a pup
No, the best thing is their buckles
like a suitcase snapping shut.
No, the best thing is their perfume
of cows and hay and dung.
No, the best thing is their many holes
to let in all the sun.
Obviously I don’t own any overalls that are redolent of “cows and hay and dung”, but I do have a couple of old pairs–vintage!–that aren’t quite holey yet, but may get there sooner rather than later.
More poems to come!