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POETRY

This Morning on Our Island
by Catherine Hodges

The bananas on the kitchen island
seem indigenous this morning
as if they had grown
not on some distant tree
but right up from the complex soil of
our life together with its
inside jokes, small offenses,
long loves, great aches, late night
cornflakes, late night palavers:
the kids, the future,
will they be ready? Will we?

And who knows? But the bananas,
native to our island, recumbent and
sure, suggest that we can trust our
loamy life together to grow good fruit
in good time.


Catherine Hodges' poetry, fiction, and essays have appeared in an oddly broad array of publications (reflecting the odd and rewarding sprawl of her life), and she has received recent awards from the Santa Barbara Arts Fund and the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators for poetry and fiction respectively. She teaches composition and literature at Porterville College in the San Joaquin Valley where she and her husband Rob live with their children, Clara (17) and Mac (12).