like a coil sprung with potential energy my heart is tender
collard greens & my head is under sea level the marsh is
so close & it’s warm enough now that the smell of the marsh
carries on the breeze the moon & the water suspend the
night between them & I suspend disbelief long enough to
astral project into the dark I wonder if love is like a plant
whose roots grow deeper with time are we meant to be
gardeners or astronauts is exploration or cultivation the
more important practice & also why is life a glamor on
our eyes are the stars playing tricks when they say life
is the pulsing inferno at the heart of a supernova &
is also the dark under the waves where the water gets deep
—
Tova Kranz is a writer, editor, and farmer living in North Carolina. She studied English at Florida State University and the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. Her poems have been published in 86 Logic, Blue Heron Review, and elsewhere. Her poem “Fermentation” was nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. Her musings on farming can be found at tovakranz.substack.com.
