Nicole Barchilon Frank: La Pêche – August 28, 2012

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The longest line at Saturday’s Farmers’ Market was for the peaches at Neukom Family Farm’s stand at Eighth and H streets. Above, Abe Walston gives Jeannine Brandenburg of Eureka her crate of Babcock peaches. The Willow Creek farm also sold the last of its O’Henry peaches, but not to worry – next week, they’ll offer Elberta peaches, with four more varieties to come through early October. The farm’s delicious peaches have inspired Nicole Barchilon Frank’s poem, La Pêche, below. KLH | Eye

La Pêche

Nicole Barchilon Frank

 Sounds like pehhsssssh

long and soft on the “s”

also means fish

pêcher = to fish

your peaches have hooked the sun

they swim in my mouth

Heaven encountered

by buds on my tongue

I hold this warm ball of sunshine

and the aroma swims up and dives deep

into the valleys of my being

this peach/pêche

fruit of a mother tree

tended by you

pruned of what is old

or twisted, broken or no longer of use

rainwater and dew blessed

river to cloud to drops descending down

rivulets running down, down to roots

tickled and caressed

by small creatures and many legged ones

speaking the language

of the earth and singing songs

in a language only the roots and leaves

know the secret of

top to bottom, soil enriched by your

sweat and your love

this peach has hooked the

sun who is only about 94.4 million miles away

no distance really

this peach has heard the melody of the planets

in its brown, twisting, dancing deep roots

This Neukom Family peach/pêche

is a treasure beyond measure

essentially enlivening and ennobling

the Creation and the Creator

I’m swimming in a Holy River, peachy

thanks to you, co-worker with the

Holy One, Creator of La Pêche

I’m colored completely in a soft peach light

curled up and held eternally in a mesh and web of delight

Peachy thanks to you!

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