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Water Dreams

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[ with 3 poems by Jack Coulehan]

Darwin’s Prayer

++++ He saw Darwin on his knees, and there

++++ was no difference between prayer and

++++ pulling a worm from the grass.

++++++++ Roger McDonald, Mr. Darwin’s Shooter

Bright bunches

of gardenias

bloom in November,

the loam at their feet

moistened by dew

and spongy with debris.

As I fill my container

with handfuls of earth

alive with these

marvelous worms,

perfected in being

by the wisdom

of randomness,

I’m astonished

by gratitude.

Jack Coulehan

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Last night the storm whispered its secrets into my dreams. A long dryness, a vain hoping. This morning the drought has ended and flood warnings will as well in an hour or so. Linda and I head to the E&A rail trail beside Elkin Creek to laugh and point at the heights reached by frothy current. To breathe in the hot seethe and funk of saturated forest. To celebrate.

The sadness of the creek slams us, stops us, stills us. Its churning water is the color of pumpkin soup; Spike the Heron does not stalk here; the rattle of Kingfisher is silent, fled. Oh yes, we generally get muddy after a downpour, but never this bad. Miles from here, north of Carter Falls, the dry weeks have parched and cracked 500 acres of tobacco field. No riparian buffer, no catchment pond, not one single fuck does the tobacco farmer give for all of us downstream: when rain eventually returns it can’t slow itself, can’t soak the earth. It has no choice but to sluice foaming into the creek carrying inch-acres of red clay with it.

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The poems in Jack Coulehan’s The Talking Cure are expansive; they span the human experience and human influence. Many of his poems have arisen from his decades as teacher, physician, healer; the lines are populated by his patients and their struggles. So often these lines also reflect his own struggle, both to heal and be healed. Other poems explore his family through the generations. Others reflect his deep relationship with literary figures that formed him and with teachers who informed him.

In all of these poems I sense a web of connection. As humans we must all struggle to discover our purpose in being. In this struggle each of us is touched by the people we allow to approach us, to close in, to climb over the wall. And each of us touches others and touches the earth: the human experience and the human influence.

I selected these three poems in particular for their focused peering into that influence, and also for their universality. Jack Coulehan is a humanist, a person who believes that human beings have it within their power to improve the lives of other people whom they are willing to touch. So often, so easily and thoughtlessly, so many of us focus only on our power to dominate, to harm. We easily destroy the earth itself without even noticing. Let us stop and think. Let us feel. Let us touch and allow ourselves to be touched. Perhaps each of our individual lives can enlarge its span. The power of many begins with the power of one.

We are all downstream from someone, and all upstream.

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The Cherry Orchard

++++ If a great many remedies

++++ are suggested for some disease,

++++ it means the disease is incurable.

++++++++ Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard

The end of the century

has come upon us

without a sign of release

or the beginning of justice.

We’re selling the orchard

to pay our debts

and reminiscing about

love’s excitements,

life’s mistakes. I suspect

a century ago the hearts

of the people sitting here

were just as generous,

intense, and cruel as ours.

A miniature flower

thrives in the moisture

and dust of a broken

pavement – this is the gist

of the matter. We want

so strongly to believe

the flower will spread

everywhere. How quickly

it dies! If the disease

had a cure, we would not need

so many remedies.

Jack Coulehan

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Garden of Endurance

++++ Cassia grandis, Costa Rica

Cassia fruit covers the forest floor,

a blanket of black sausage stinking

in the heat as it decomposes,

a mote in the eye of permanence.

Built for grinding by gigantic teeth,

Cassia’s fibrous case condemns its seeds

to suffering, with neither mastodon

nor megatherium alive to free them

and distribute their undigested life

in mounds of shit. Its glory left behind

by climate, tooth, and claw, Cassia

endures by the grace of rodents

that gnaw its weakest fibers

and let a few fertile seeds escape

before they rot. Anachronistic

fruit, your survival – sweet tickle

of a breeze, illusion of peace,

diminishment that overcomes

extinction – is an inheritance

for my kind, too. A hopeful omen.

Jack Coulehan

For additional poems by Jack Coulehan, see last week’s post, Plow Straight, from August 25, 2023.

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Join me in celebrating the release of my newest poetry collection, How We All Fly, from The Orchard Street Press.

Poet Patricia Hooper comments: “Through close observations of the physical world, these clear, direct poems yield insights into the corresponding life of the spirit.” And Rebecca Baggett says this: “Throughout these poems, but particularly toward the collection’s end, How We All Fly leads the reader up and onward, infusing even inevitable losses with tenderness, trust, and hope.”

You may sample the opening poem from the collection here:

Thank you for your support, both of the writing you discover here and of the literary arts!

You may purchase a copy of How We All Fly directly from me by mailing a check for $15 (postage included) to this address:

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[Patricia Hooper is author of Wild Persistence, University of Tampa Press. Rebecca Baggett’s most recent book is The Woman Who Lives Without Money, Regal House Publishing.]

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