Back in the day of answering machines
my grandmother called and left a message:
I called and you did not answer.
So.
Knowing my place,
I called back.
She’d fallen,
she wanted
to tell me.
It was March in Dyess, AR.
She’d already put out
her tomatoes,
the ones she’d been nursing
along since February, uncurling
greenseedlingsrising
into Better Boys
and Sweet Millions,
Tiny Tims, Totems,
heirlooms back
in the pantry,
where she put up
blackberries, butterbeans,
stewed okra, varied preserves,
her secret chow chow.
Shelved walls,
years of jars
she canned.
Said she’d put all her babies out
early. Then, wouldn’t you know, caught
wind of a cold front moving in
so cut the bottoms
from the dozen or so plastic
milk jugs she’d kept,
put on her mud-caked boots by the backsteps,
slogged in the light rain
and gray chill past the smokehouse
to the garden plot.
capped each,
plant-by-plant,
thought, That’s right
cute, little
hats.
Worked the grab and suck
of the black gumbo mud
step-by-step
till she wobbled and fell
back like a turtle,
flat-out on her silly back.
Stared into the cold-wet
rain falling
in her face.
Said, I don’t b’lieve
I’m gonna put out
another garden next year.
Just lay there
looking up,
stared
down the dark
swirl above, heard
the rain beat
the tin tub
she’d set last fall
over the mower’s engine,
came to
herself
before figuring out
how to pull
old bones up
from the muck,
the boot-by-boot
march back
to the house,
before stopping
shy of the back steps
to stomp off the mud,
said to anyone listening,
Naw, I will too . . .
I b’lieve I will.
Terry Minchow-Proffitt lives in St. Louis, MO. His poems have appeared in or are forthcoming in Arkansas Review, Big Muddy, Christian Century, Crack the Spine, Crux, decomP magazinE, Deep South Magazine, Desert Call, Freshwater Review,HashtheMag, Mud Season Review, OVS Magazine, Oxford American, Penwood Review, Pisgah Review, Prick of the Spindle,Tower Journal, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Wild Violet, Words and Images, and The Write Room. His chapbook, Seven Last Words, was recently published by Middle Island Press.