The sun is shining and it feels like spring may actually rear its sweet head by Wednesday. But, before winter officially waves its last goodbye, we wanted to bring you some beautiful words by a talented poet, Will Shook-Shoup, to end the season. We sent Will the following image to inspire the below poem.
Late Winter on the Lake
A lone grain of wheat, having been
trucked in on a traincar, having spilled
with its clones, its many sisters
into the wind of the elevator—
itself a clone, a copy of a prairie
cousin, a tower on the town—
that seed, that berry wheat, it gives birth
to proteins’ swirl, strings
of fibers’ manifesting membranes
manifold, and memories
Above us is a lake.
And on the surface of the snow
packed into the sky
in record-setting upside-down
mountains of crying
climate change, is the reflection
of the life inside the seed.
We build homes from pine
and Vitamin B. We long
for the waters of spring. And our city
on the waters, in the woods, with its towers
filled with living grain
and human possibility,
our city sleeps on achy joinings,
joints and dreams
and it waits for hope
to take seed.
Will Shook-Shoup is an MFA candidate in Creative Writing at Eastern Washington University. He is from a small town on the plains of central Kansas. The inland Northwest has become a new home to him and to his wife, Allie. They live in Spokane, and work, play, and wander in the greater area of eastern Washington and north Idaho.