The 2River View | 21.4 (Summer 2017) |
Adin Thayer sand strewn with eel grass two oystercatchers strutting until they squawk off a white egret who resumes near a snail shell backside up the rose gold of some peach somewhere else, a shell here each a curved home into beautiful pieces. Measuring Cups Now I stack my mother’s measuring cups There will always be the dent near the lip and the careful line of wizened glue along a crack when her youngest daughter married. How can I Her life in which a cup was dropped in argument waited for sugar while the children played outside. for the umber vase from China. The tree forgets wasps leave the leathery globe they labored to build. but feel, as I reach, some residue in the things In a village far from where I live, a gourd held water the gourd that once held seeds then water does she pause in wonder that it remains Adin Thayer grew up in Virginia mountains and for the last 16 years has been working in Rwanda and neighboring countries in Africa. The experiences and people she has encountered through that work also inform and inhabit her poetry.
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