Photo by Mike Kenneally
The Hydrologic Cycle
it’s hot and water works the job. there are
carrots and there are grapes. a blue tarp hangs
between some land and sky, but for some carrots,
left out in the scorch, the dark dirt and its
digestibles are the only hope. the grapes
topside, the grapes and their juicy worlds,
the grapes and the living skin that trades
for fortunes, that sits and is sipped or stopped..
transformation happens above and below.
the mineral stops only for a moment -
water meets in small halls - beneath the tent
of the grape, within the walls of the carrot,
here to dance life’s courtly dances, there to
leave, take some air, mean something else.
Ingrid Jacobsen
Ingrid Jacobsen is a poet living in Brooklyn, NY. She has studied at Smith College, Iowa University Young Writers, and Brooklyn Poets. She has been in residence at the Vermont Studio, and has read at KGB, Tibet House, and the New York City Poetry Festival. She works at a precision engineering and manufacturing company.
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