Stacy Esch


Simple things like
Summer trees are green
Sunshine is yellow and bright
Blue sky is bold and primary
Children are free

 Like the flowers need water
The deck needs sweeping
The yard needs raking
The puppy needs to play
Like refreshment
Like endless time in a bottle of fizzy water
Bubbling with coolness
Like being there
To observe the swarming bees
To hear the symphony of birds

To notice every little creature’s hidden home
Or to guess where one might be
In the ground, on the grass, in the trees, in the air

 Like the darkness
Is only dark for as long as you need it to be
And when you don’t need it
The dawn receives it from you  
With gentle fingers
Still fresh with their scent of rosewater  
 
Stacy Esch

This day, this life, is suddenly running like a mad groundhog.
Pastoral slowness abandoned to this mad dash to cross the killer road.
Ducking under lightly guarded, soft metal barriers,
Invading the concrete expanse,
Exploding to the other side.
This day, this life, is suddenly running
With a groundhog’s mad, wild abandon.
Like a pair of hairy wings with glazed eyeballs.
Like a pair of muscled shoulders churning and shedding.
Running like a seized moment for the ages.
Running with everything.
Running straight ahead, running blind,
Just to get to the other side. 

Stacy Esch

Used to be 
I could watch a ballgame 
Without being blinkered
by come ons about hard-ons 
in a miracle pill  
without being asked to imagine 
the boners of middle aged men
whose bored, sneering wives 
used to be their own business
and not my 8-yr old’s:
“What’s wrong with him, Mommy?” 

Stacy Esch