POETRY
“Wisteria Will Hang Like a Curtain,” read by Ernest Edward Pickel.
Wisteria Will Hang Like a Curtain
In some new day, wisteria will hang like a curtain
In the place He’s prepared for me
On some new earth, plow and hoe
Will break cool sandy soil for okra, corn, and melons
Potatoes from the field across the road
Those who lived hungry will eat from the bounty
Dinner on the grounds
Let those who are thirsty come — buttermilk and sweet tea
Without cost or measure
In some new place we’ll no longer visit widows and orphans
In their distress
An infant will not live but for a little while
Or an old man who has not filled his days
Mamaw will lift her apron to her eyes for the last time
And wipe away the tears of the world
Death to be abided no more
In some new time
Heaven will come down and kiss the earth again
Dogwood and redbud in forever bloom
Copperheads and panthers — a little child will lead them
Level places become hills again
The light of day becomes sweet mountain darkness
We’ll sit by the fire and talk
Ernest Edward Pickel is a retired college administrator and adjunct instructor. He earned an undergraduate degree in Anthropology and a graduate degree in Psychology — both from the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. He and his wife have two grown daughters and live on the Cumberland Plateau (Sand Mountain) in northeast Alabama. His poetry was recently published in the Birmingham Arts Journal.
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