Saturday, 23 November 2024

Three Poems by Mary Anna Scenga Kruch

 




Return to the Sea

 

The car wove seamlessly

through coastal roads

carved into the Lattari Mountains

toward the Amalfi Coast and

when the farthest hills appeared

and reappeared in shades of grey

to sea green tempered by thick clouds

the air was transmuted to silver.

I peered through open windows

elated by noon sun’s lustre

on the turquoise Tyrrhenian Sea

caressed by the cool breeze

and breathed in the ocean air

as it smiled with familiarity

recognizing the rhythm

of an ancestor’s heart.

Take rest

after a long, hot day

recline in the shade

of olive trees

and after a light meal

taste the juice

of fresh grapes

from your vineyard

partake of fruit

that waits for you

then sit with family

as the Lazio sun

melts into lavender hills

of the Eastern Apennines

finally fading

into the Tiber Valley

then close your eyes

imagine a boat

where you float

on soft winds

against an indigo sky

feel my fingertips

cool on your forehead

stroking your brow

goodnight.

 We Abide                   At Point Reyes National Seashore

                                                                 

Here the borderline between

earth and sky blurs

and I wonder

why

when our world and what lies               

above below between   

need be separated

by death

and why in every metaphor poem

and prayer book we accept

that after death our

bodies

pass away then are eulogized with

pretty stories of paradise when

perhaps we  --  our souls

our essences

have never left –  never gone for good

grief longs for this I know

because at least once

I sensed

my mother slip into a space

beyond dreams where

she held me close

by phone

her voice a safety net to

nights I was alone at home

and afraid with two

babies

recently I felt my sister near

as I drove past her old

San Francisco home

on Noriega Street

The Band played and

incense burned like

after her return

from Europe

and I clearly saw my dad grin

as he watered the lawn at

our old Detroit home

all of this

returns to me as sea

and sky blur

into coastal

infinity

and my certainty we abide

in undetermined space

beyond this life

soars.



 

Mary Anna Scenga Kruch has been a career educator and writer inspired by social justice, her Italian American family, and the natural world. She has led a monthly writing group for 10 years and Mary Anna has published a poetry chapbook, We Draw Breath from the Same Sky (2019), and a full-length collection, Grace Notes: A Memoir in Poetry & Prose (2021). Recent poetry appears in Wayne Literary Review, Trinity Review, and Ovunque Siamo. She is working on her next poetry collection, A Finely Penned Road. She hopes to return to her father’s homeland again in 2023.


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