Plant Peas

Plant Peas

I have a friend named Ann
who likes to plant peas

She lives in a world of courtrooms
and mental disease
and when she goes home
she likes to plant peas

Maybe it’s the feel of the soil
and how it responds to her touch
it could be the smell of the earth
that she craves so much

Maybe it’s the sight of the field
with everything in bloom
or the sweetness of their taste
as they melt in her mouth
it could be the sound of the wind
as it blows through the trees

Ann has many reasons
she likes to plant peas


– Carl Josehart, 1988

The Ocean

The Ocean
by Carl Josehart

The ocean
caresses my face
with its sweet salt spacy
boats bobbing in rows
eager for the destinations
children playing in the sand
dodging waves
squealing at the thunder
running from the raindrops

a peninsula
dipped like a careful
toe in frigid waters
suspended amid a
calm sea and
angry heavens
await its fate
while a summer storm
stomps its feet and
wanders away

tourists poke their heads out
like the groundhog on his day
deciphering portents of
while I stumble back
to the rocky shore
and let the ocean caress my face