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Salt Of The Earth
by Linda L. Bielowski
To be swinging on the porch swing, swaying
up-and-back, up-and-back, in swooshing syncopation
with pa’s wheezing breaths on a twice baked Iowa day,
during a dry cough drought, in a season of living by
a single word and a simple handshake. Swinging and
holding a carpenter’s calloused palm, powdered in sawdust and
salt of the earth. Tempted by promises of rainbow cones,
cool watermelon picnics, and pitchers of frosty Kool-Aid smiles.
Soaking in the wisdom of windmills and weathervanes, the
Revelation of a heaven so bright it fills the belly with brilliant
birthstones. Measuring the thirsty corn crop against the ideal of knee-high in July,
while teasing thunder beings who bounce on
cumulonimbus trampolines, pa whispers and teaches me
to pray for rain.
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Linda is a practicing psychotherapist and certified pastoral counselor. After a long hiatus, she returned to creative writing through her experiences facilitating a spirituality group and through the support she received during a poetry exhibition at the University of Chicago. "My work derives from a spiritual/psychological base; and, delves into our interior selves to unravel the deeper issues intrinsic to the human condition." Linda's work has appeared in numerous journals, including Poetic Hours, Muse Apprentice Guild, and, SubtleTea. Spirit Echoes, her first poetry collection, was recently published.
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