Answer
what element of the womb’s hush little goat
_____groomed your aptitude to bleat so sidling
your silken haunches up to me?
the way you press your distended
_____pintsized abdomen against my knee
& butt my outstretched hand
with your horn buds begging for the sun-
ripe shoots along the far side of the fence
_____brings me to a robust belief in need…
o bleating babe no I won’t leave
you before the cricket-song’s lull is in full swing
_____though the dusk is rushing in
to replace afternoon’s haze
& twilight’s adamant touch would usher me to the dark
of another sleep sorrowing signifiers for insufficiency
_____like the moon engorging
on the horizon weeps to streak the soft hills silver…
last night I dreamed a familiar dream
of my children when they were still young
in which there was never enough time & never enough help
to rise & feed so many all-too-realistic demands—
_____from the toting of two pajama’d bodies to the car
to park them in a driveway four houses away at the crux
of their convoluted breakfast ritual to rejections
_____in equal parts irrational & resolute of the given
dream-morning’s cereal offerings—
_____& still hope
to make it anywhere on time or at all…
what mother doesn’t dream of baby goats?
hear their cries in her mind as melodies & answer
in harmonic bleats?
hunger for sweet greens just out of reach?
bed down in warm hay beneath the starlight
bleeding through the barn’s worm-worn roof?
STEPHANIE L. HARPER
Thank you to the SELJ Editing Team for selecting “Answer” as one of ten finalist in SELJ’s 2020 Poetry Prize and including it in the beautiful 2020 issue! I’m grateful to editor Dave Essinger for his impeccable professionalism, and for making me feel like a welcome member of the SELJ community!
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What mother doesn’t dream of baby goats? Indeed!
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I’m a slave to their little horn buds!
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It’s beautiful!!!
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Thank you, Leslie! 💖
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Delightful and rich in both a playful sense and a deeper motherhood vibration. I especially like “sleep sorrowing signifiers for insufficiency” … my mind’s twisting that into a variety of connotations, a phrase that becomes puzzle … sleep as verb, sleep as noun, and so many possibilities for signifiers for insufficiency! I feel insufficient to settle on any interprettion of this phrase – enough to keep repeating and marveling at it, haunted by it.
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Thank you, Jazz. This one was conceived (pun not initially intended…) just after I moved away from my “babies” for the first time last year. I feel like my dreams are always insufficient to the occasions they choose to remark on; they speak, nonetheless.
I’ve been working on a CNF piece about Matthew for my MFA program. If you like, I’ll send it to you when it’s closer to being finished, but today, and always, I’m sending hugs and love from my (motherly) heart that marvels and aches for and with you in friendship and solidarity. 💙
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