Listen to Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer read this poem:
The Mudslide Reminds Me
Surrender.
Dark sky groans downward,
remembers it has roots,
and earth scumbles its clumsy red hands
across the paved highway
as if to mirror a billowing afternoon sky.
I let the rumors of heaven
enter my car’s open window,
receive the crazy rain with its ten thousand tongues,
and the doors of my heart turn open,
the flood comes in
and I sing, because that is how it is,
because at least my blood
knows how to be honest,
knows how to praise today,
sludge-muck and schedule-stuck.
But there’s somehow always more to surrender
hiding in the bones, the marrow that says
it’s work to love this ruthlessness,
to feel the corners disappear,
to watch wide-eyed as afternoon unslopes into evening.
Life lover and organic peach grower Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer lives in
Southwest Colorado. Poets that thrill her include Gerard Manley Hopkins, AE
Stallings, Hafiz, Rumi, May Swenson, and Mary Oliver. For information about
her books and ideas for your own writing, visit her at www.wordwoman.com.
