“And these are they likewise which are sown on stony ground.” – Mark 4:16
“Who are we now?”
– Nikky Finney, “A New Day Dawns”
How hot it was that sun-beat week,
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watering the yard every day,
the curled leaves and dry ground,
green wings of zinnia breaking the soil.
They sat together around a green table,
prayed, sang, then opened the gospel—
the lesson that night was seed sown
on stony ground. What can we know
of the human heart, entangled in all
that we’ve been taught? A boy from here
sat with them about an hour,
then aimed his hate and opened fire.
How quick we were to act,
focused on that festering flag,
quick to take it down
and move forward, move on—
these aren’t the same.
After weeks of heat, it rained the day
the governor said to take it down.
Are we somehow different now?
How would we know?
We furled a flag. We furled a flag.
A girl was slung across a room,
a man who ran shot in the back.
The broke and broken schools remain.
What has changed, beyond that square
of empty sky where it once flew,
the opened door of clouds and blue?
The lesson that night was stony ground.
Not birds, not thorns, not the good soil.
What grows up quick among the stones.
What has no roots, what withers away.
A friend calls change a perennial plant.
A second year takes nurture and luck.
If it comes back another year,
a better chance that it will stay.
Water well the just-sown and just-up.
Water long in morning light.
Water long and soak the roots
to learn the lesson of that night.
Learn the lesson of that night.
Ed Madden teaches at the University of South Carolina and is the author of three previous books of poetry. He is the current poet laureate for the City of Columbia.