On A Farm Poem by Felix Bongjoh

On a farm
Dry-voiced beep,
wind fingers through
elephant grass stems
in fisticuffs

scratching,
tickling.

Beamed back
curved on hole-deep
hoe. Toddler,
wasp-stung on curve,

wriggling,
fiddling.

Mother pollen-cold
sunk into a hole,
a sharp yell,
two warmed in a chill

sipping,
biting.

Toddler frozen,
mother still
in fright hole, son
broken egg yolk,

floating,
dimming.

Tree branches
On way home,
Stinging hands,
Child's cold

pinching,
digging.

Until sun sleeps,
pushing pace,
mother and child
hearth-balmed

crooning,
trilling.

Burning in love's
homecoming,
hilltop, chore's memory
waving the flag
of a day long holed;

Revolving in buds,
fireworks
extinguished dry
by a river
still flowing within.