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 comments for “Nepeta Cataria

  1. Diana
    October 26, 2017 at 2:00 pm

    You’re heart has opened up to the world around you so beautifully. Don’t ever stop. ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    • October 26, 2017 at 2:37 pm

      Thank you for your undying support. Huge Love, my incomparable you!

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  2. October 26, 2017 at 9:48 pm

    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.

    Sent from Mail for Windows 10

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    • October 26, 2017 at 9:57 pm

      I’m overwhelmed! Thank you beyond measure for your lovely and thoughtful support. You made my day cara. Huuuuuge Love!

      Like

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