Saturday, April 27, 2013

Divine Onion

Divine Onion

If I were an onion, how would you come to know me?

Would you set me on a table,
surround me with suitable props,
and then paint my likeness on a canvas?
Would you use me like paper,
make me into a book that you study and study,
until I become abstract and unknowable?
Would you peel back each of my layers,
one by one, until there was nothing left except empty space?
Would you get out a sharp knife
and chop me into bits and consume me?
Would you even cry when you cut me open?

Bury me deep within the soil of your heart, and I will nourish you.
But I cannot promise you that there will be no tears.

© 2008 Beth Mitchum