Sunday, December 13, 2015

2)On Callings by JL Jacobs

I look out
my Grandmother’s window
first hoary white
past Sand-bar Crossing.

This Her view. Northward.

From here
She beheld
the uppermost reaches
of the Atchafalaya.

Must have reminded her
of her be-loved
Fooshe La Fay.

From a stately
old (home)
that still haunts
and holds out
in the hollow

to this humble
cottage …
to this humble cottage.

When She lived there,
when the Fourche La Fave,
White & Mississippi

They became one.

JL Jacobs is an Oklahoma poet, the author of a handful of books including The Leaves in Her Shoes and Streets as Elsewhere.

No comments:

Post a Comment