Literary Hook: Finding destiny at a farmers’ market

July 16, 2014

Christine Swanberg

Christine Swanberg

By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet

As summer brings its harvest to farmers’ markets, here is a poem that looks at that from a different point of view.

Instead of Destiny

Destiny is the seed deep within the secret

revealed when colors and textures can be discerned

through the speckled lens of time’s wide aperture.

Of seeds, shapes, and textures:

how about those heirloom tomatoes?

Cheyenne blacks, golden pineapple, fuzzy peach, green-striped —

the bulbous and beautiful aborigines of the farmers’ market.

Destiny arrives in slices, succulent, juicy glimpses

of patterned purpose, metered messages from whatever

Mercury you tango with.

This is just to say

I have sliced the heirloom tomatoes

that you bought at the farmers’ market today.

No need to forgive me.

There’s plenty left for you.

So sweet with just a little salt.

Destiny is like a secret heirloom that hides in plain sight

in the dark attic you climb to one winter day.

You say, O my. What’s this?

I have the perfect place for you.

O my. I set out to write a poem all about destiny.

The urgent heirloom tomatoes slivered in instead.

First published in Minotaur. Also published in The Alleluia Tree.

Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.

Posted July 16, 2014

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