The Back Side of the Arch To appreciate the back side of the arch You have to first draw syrup from the other side Where the filter press grinds away Where doors open and close Where there’s often a draft. You have to then switch the flow and move your pail around to the back Where a high bench runs along the wall Where the way is narrow Where the steam hides you from the bustle. You have to keep at it into the wee hours Allowing the bench to hold you up Allowing someone else to stoke Allowing the warmth of the arch to keep you cozy. When your husband comes to spell you You have to slide down the bench to sit by the back pan Aware of the sap roaring Aware of the jerks and clanks of the arch door Aware of the pleasing harmonies of The Mamas and The Papas. You may have to lie down. You have to be silent even as others chatter Allowing your weight to settle into the bench Allowing your breath to breathe itself Allowing your fatigue to render you immortal.
Audrey Coty October 2009