David Moolten

Stone Soup

For Shira

 

Dying is my mother’s last ruse, an emp­ty saucepan
she gongs to get us to the table.
We’re adult chil­dren, not starved for each oth­er,
just diet­ing, stingy with July 4th week­end,
time on the phone. We sip from bowls of steam, share
com­mon knowl­edge like the bare­ness of cup­boards
in sto­ries, how we liked the canned stuff bet­ter,
how she cross-exam­ined the wood­en spoon
with her tongue, always putting an oar
in some­thing else. She’s the main char­ac­ter,
a rock sit­ting in a stream, the stream a list
of what to fetch as she brings each jug­gled pot
to a boil, every­one on their toes
peer­ing in, the water like lit­tle mouths.

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David Moolten’s most recent book, Primitive Mood, won the T.S. Eliot Prize from Truman State University Press and was pub­lished in 2009. He’s a physi­cian spe­cial­iz­ing in trans­fu­sion med­i­cine, and lives, writes and prac­tices in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.