We Who Weave
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On Tyrone Geter’s “The Basket Maker #2”
Weave me closer
to you
with hands dyed indigo
that rake oyster beds
awake
Smell you long
before
I see you
Vanilla sweet
Sweetgrass weaving
wares that keep Yankees coming
on ferries, no bridge
Waters been troubled
Makes you wonder
who put the root on whom first
with doors dyed indigo
Pray the evil spirits away
at the praise house
Make John Hop to stave off John Deere
We migrants
fighting to stay put
Even nomads come home
for a Lowcountry boil
a feast for hungry
prodigal sons
and daughters
with hearts dyed indigo
Dying for you to
weave us closer
At first it made me think that a native american could have been writing this poem, but I now think it is someone who could have learned from the natives. It is funny to think that they may have been the first settlers who may have been imparting their company on the natives and yet are complaining about the second set of settlers who are now "taking over" the same land.
ReplyDeleteWhat part of the country has indigo plants for coloring? Berry places...I suppose all kinds of blue flowers, too.
Very cool poem.
DeleteDyed indigo. Dying. Died indigo. Died in de go. Died on the go?
Beets are roots, or kind of roots and purple.
I love the migration, coming home, and being weaved together.