Quarter-Acre Plot

by Christopher James

QUARTER-ACRE PLOT

I.

I am seven years old

pulling weeds

as my grandfather tells me stories

in his quarter-acre garden,

carrying them to a pile

hidden behind the grand sweeping branches

of my grandmother’s Norway Spruce

to be covered by grass clippings

eggshells

potato peels 

coffee grounds

leaves 

broken branches

from the sick maple we’ll cut down in the fall,

watching as he turned this pile,

listening while he explained

how the pitchfork

was forged when his father was young,

when farm carts 

were still pulled by horses,

bringing produce to the valley

in the slow creaking hours 

before the dawn woke the townsfolk,

nodding at the wisdom of my grandfather’s grandfather

a man who inhabited a daguerreotype world

wearing overalls, 

a homespun shirt, 

and a somber expression.

He traded potatoes, 

fresh eggs,

syrup, and carrots 

for the goods he couldn’t make

and stored honey in five-pound cans 

stacked like bricks in his basement. 

They were cash poor, but never hungry,

always warm and scrubbed clean

in the family pew on Sunday.


II.

I am ten years old,

laughing as my grandfather 

pumps cold artesian water from the earth 

to fill our watering cans 

and then stooping 

to let the water flow

over head 

and down his strong back,

plucking ripe, sun-warmed tomatoes, 

slicing them and feeling the juice run,

sharing them,

firm and red under the summer sun,

while he speaks softly of seeds,

humus, 

and plans for next season,

putting up preserves

against the long, cold dark of winter.

III.

I am forty-five years old,

remembering how to live,

plotting our quarter-acre garden,

with my wife as she spins wool beside the fire.

The cold months are here,

have been for a while,

but our tomatoes are growing

under glass 

and waiting for spring.

CHRISTOPHER JAMES

Christopher James is an award-winning poet and author settled in the old, low mountains of Upstate New York. He is a husband and father, an Army veteran, a lover of moss, and an unabashed promoter of second breakfast. His words can be found in The Way Back to Ourselves, Duckhead Journal, The Dewdrop, and more. Please visit his website: www.christopherjameswrites.com or find him on Instagram @christopherjameswrites.


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