The trivet, with its pretty picture
of that curative plant, is among my takeaways
from the long-ago divorce.
It rests on a table; often I look at the image.
Also called caraway, it will blossom in June
and July, and its seeds
give off a pleasant aroma, crushed.
It has been found effective
in getting down and keeping down whatever
is hardest to swallow in life.
I’m always grateful to learn a little;
grateful for so many things I’m aware of now
that I was not, until the hard
divorce—when my eyes were opened, almost
too wide for their sockets, while my weight
fell for a time to one-hundred-eight.
Russell Rowland writes from New Hampshire. Recent work appears in Wilderness House, Bookends Review, and The Windhover. His latest poetry book, Magnificat, is available from Encircle Publications. He is a trail maintainer for the Lakes Region (NH) Conservation Trust.
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