Birmingham
Poetry
Review
Eden Sunday
April's buttery smooth light.
Last night: the sudden rain dream:icy water rising above my ankles
as I set off in a small boat—alone—
in the wrong direction—spun round
until north was everywhere at once.
I went in search of the mockingbird dream,
the garden dream,
the lightly sugared sky of an April morning
with its vague new flowering of melodic pinks
and violets. The ruffled bird of my heart
pecking at the empty palm of your hand.
One Sunday we became—simply—
a confusion of surfaces in a room without doors—
and, oh! the disheveled breezes hurrying
toward us from the garden: turned soil,
bruised lavender, and that flower whose leaves,
crushed between thumb and forefinger, hints at—
nutmeg. Do you remember the Sunday I mean?
A world in which nothing we loved
had yet been named.
--Do Gentry
Do Gentry has had poems published in the Sulphur River Literary Review, Ekphrasis, Fourteen Hills, Rhino, and The Ledge. Her chapbook, The Nightmare Parable, was the winner of the 2004 Permafrost competition.
