L'aura del Campo

Paranoia rising (Dew Drop #6) [17]

Paranoia rising

wetlands forgive winter,
praise pools of snow that fed it

out of muck
new shoots of onions

sprouts rising towards sun
ignore thunderclouds that gather

what will be will be
whispers across green rows

we are onions, mere bulbs,
stuck in mud until we're plucked

until then—peace among us:
the shallots, garlic, leeks,

we all get along
but the lightning slashes

beware, beware,
they are out to get you

but we are onions—we cannot flee!
then you are doomed

booms the thunder
come the hail, come the flood

Before the storm, the onions nod:
garlic, onion, carrot, peas,
Dear God, protect the least of these

© Kåre Enga (5.april.2017) [174.17]

Earlier version:

Paranoia rising

wetlands forgive winter,
praise the pools of snow that fed it

out of the muck
new shoots of onions

sprouts rising towards sun
ignore thunderclouds gathering

what will be will be
whispers across green rows

we are onions, mere bulbs,
stuck in mud until we're needed

until then—peace among us:
the shallots, garlic, leeks

we all get along
but the lightning slashes

beware, beware,
they are out to get you

but we are onions—we cannot flee!
then you are doomed

booms the thunder
come the hail, come the flood

The onions nod before the storm:
garlic, onion, carrot, peas,
Dear God, protect the least of these

© Kåre Enga (5.april.2017) [174.17]

I had a waking-nightmare of paranoia, quite aware no-one and nothing was out to get me. I was also thinking of onions... and the mucklands near where I grew up.