An Ode to Spring or Something
A strand of duct tape
As long as a person,
Its tacky life spent
Winter-long stolidly loving
The plastic shroud around
A window air conditioner,
Is silvering pure grace
In the flipping April breeze.
This servant freed
(Though anchored, still, lest lost)
Surrenders to the whispery
That bears its lightened being
In its charismatic latter days
To waft and wave,
To twist and sway,
And flash and flicker,
Waltz and tap,
Articulating in angelic code.
— Meredith A. Cargill
Meredith Cargill is a Springfield homemaker and
independent scholar who has taught communication, religion, and humanities
at MacMurray College, Illinois College, and Millikin University.
People’s Poetry accepts poems on any subject,
but ones that deal with issues of local interest are encouraged. Send yours
to Books and Poetry Editor Corrine Frisch c/o Illinois
Times, P.O. Box 5256, Springfield, IL 62705,
or to cfrisch@illinoistimes.com with “People’s Poetry” in
the subject line.
This article appears in Apr 28 – May 4, 2005.
