Field Peas

Field Peas-A Mirrored Poem

Shelling southern field peas

What a porch meditation

Each tight leathery jacket

Only a fingernail can separate

This is a spiritual ritual for me

Necessary, nourishing, tending

I call in my bold grandmothers

Singing, tasting the atmosphere

Opening a line to the ancestors

Crowders-purple hulls-cowpeas- African peas

Opening a line to the ancestors

Singing, tasting the atmosphere

I call in my bold grandmothers

Necessary, nourishing, tending

This is a spiritual ritual for me

Only a fingernail can separate

Each tight leathery jacket

What a porch meditation

Shelling southern field peas

One thought on “Field Peas

  1. Paying attention to the earth and what she offers us while paying attention to community and our connections around the kitchen table

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