Nepeta Cataria

If I accomplished nothing else today

I planted nepeta cataria

inside the broad mouth of a flower pot

leftover from my grandfather’s passing.

I held a pony tail of her sticky locks

and considered long the origin of her species,

the ancient quality of dirt unearthed

with five extra heaves of a shovel,

and of Annie Dillard for no good reason at all,

ruffling the tips of winter-killed grass

with the flat of her palm.

Loving her not for those words

but for how they make me know her.

I whispered nepeta cataria

An incantation

for the animal of that root bundle

to rouse with startled delight

inside the dark.

4 thoughts on “Nepeta Cataria”

  1. This poem caught me cold for a moment. Absolutely fantastic, it has movement, vividness, at once clear sighted and suggestive. This one goes into the collected poems. Grab a copy of “Poetry Market 2017” and submit. Beautiful! Slides somewhere between Mary Oliver and Denise Levertov.

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