Yield

Yield

Ruth Ann Pszwaro

Love. Hard as peach pits: wrinkled, brooding intentions
dried on kitchen counters. Expecting much
from too brief days. The receiving let go such
the change—a foraging through fugitive time—bend
to search to find what can be mastered.
The truth—there is no other way—
peach pits don’t grow new fruit but by burial deep
in this land of figs, dates and olives, casters

of honey. The now near stranger that Abraham became
to Isaac, wood laid across back.
Or—was it his own fixed intention also—not lack?
We cannot forage this change. The scapegoat, unashamed—
low-hanging fruit spent and buried in mute earth to root—
dormant with purpose: seed to flower to fruit.

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Ruth Ann Pszwaro
Poet & Artist

Ruth Ann is a poet, writer, and mixed media artist. She is the Artistic Director of a small artist colony on the North Shore of Lake Superior where she lives with her husband and two boys. Ruth Ann’s work has been published in Geez magazine, on MNartists.org, and in the compilation, Welcoming the Stranger (Regent College Publishing). Her artwork and ponderings can be seen at https://www.instagram.com/onrosebush_creek/.

Photography by Charles Deluvio