Poet’s Seat Poetry Contest: ‘I Rub Her Back in Circles until She Falls Asleep,’ Lynnette Baker Varnon
Lynette Baker Varnon of Greenfield.
‘I Rub Her Back in Circles
Until She Falls Asleep’
I rub circles on her back.
The sun. October’s orange moon.
O’s, an ocarina’s song.
The full mouth of the opera singer,
her aria. I rub bursting summer
poppies on her back; mylar balloons
and biscuits. Apples before we
make the sauce. The tires of my
silver car she can recognize
in a full parking lot.
I rub droplets of mist in the clouds
we flew above in that blue plane,
The fiery berries we throw in the water
fountain, the docile ladybug she met
in a storybook, the very molecules
of our joint being and belief.
I rub the earth, its mysteries;
The face of the clock that comes
to mean little more than seasons passing.
On her back I rub circles
Her eyes, their intricate cities.
I rub her back until she falls asleep.
Lynnette Baker Varnon
Adult second place