#MIDDLEBURY
Saturday
Margaret Ross
It was, it was explained to me,
a holiday to enter spring
while honoring the dead
and so its celebration was
a picnic in a cemetery. Flowers
and fruit and fish
cooked as her father liked
and a kind of pastry
that had been her uncle’s
nickname. Her aunt was
bringing paper iPhones, purses
and a little villa just for fun
to burn. I passed carts
selling them as I walked up
the slope behind the city
hospital. A child
climbed a parked car
shouting that he was
a horse. I took
a picture and the colors
on screen looked richer, less
treacherous. Downhill
a stadium surrounded
by white trailers. Underwear
hung from the clotheslines.
I took a picture of myself
but I did not appear
the person that I was.
The picnic would be
nearly done. She’d said
they’d leave behind
chrysanthemums
made of cloth to last
and scented so they smelled
not like chrysanthemums
but like a woman.
About this poem
“I started ‘Saturday’ while visiting a friend who was planning a trip to her family grave plot and finished it over a year later in my childhood bedroom. Something akin to the mixed intimacies and estrangements of those circumstances infused the experience that occasioned the poem, which is, to my mind, about presence and absence and how each can sometimes seem like the other.” – Margaret Ross
About Margaret Ross
Margaret Ross is the author of “A Timeshare” (Omnidawn Publishing, 2015). She is a Wallace Stegner Fellow at Stanford University and lives in Berkeley, Calif.
The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. Email The Academy at poem-a-day@poets.org.
(c) 2016 Margaret Ross. Originally published in Poem-a-Day, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
