“Tennessee June” by Jorie Graham

This is the heat that seeks the flaw in everything
and loves the flaw.
Nothing is heavier than its spirit,
nothing more landlocked than the body within it.
Its daylilies grow overnight, our lawns
bare, then falsely gay, then bare again. Imagine
your mind wandering without its logic,
your body the sides of a riverbed giving in . . .
In it, no world can survive
having more than its neighbors;
in it, the pressure to become forever less is the pressure
to take forevermore
to get there. Oh

let it touch you . . .
The porch is sharply lit — little box of the body —
and the hammock swings out easily over its edge.
Beyond, the hot ferns bed, and fireflies gauze
the fat tobacco slums,
the crickets boring holes into the heat the crickets fill.
Rock out into that dark and back to where
the blind moths circle, circle,
back and forth from the bone-white house to the creepers unbraiding.
Nothing will catch you.
Nothing will let you go.
We call it blossoming —
the spirit breaks from you and you remain.

Jorie Graham, from Hybrids of Plants and of Ghosts (Princeton Series of Contemporary Poets)

Many thanks to my curious cat who seemed particularly taken with Jorie’s work, shared today on my Zen page-a-day calendar.

3 thoughts on ““Tennessee June” by Jorie Graham

    1. Literally, lol.

      M especially loves the daily Tao book. It’s funny that so many of my books look “dog-eared” when in fact they’re technically “cat-tongued” LOL. He loves to lick the edges of certain books. Yes, he’s a little neurotic, but at 19 I don’t think he’ll be changing anytime soon. 😁

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