Two Poems by David Sapp

Changed Everything

I knew she could
Churn butter
Roll cut and dust
A heap of noodles
Hang a mountain of laundry
In the middle of winter
On clotheslines by the quince trees
Snap a mess – a bushel basket
Of green beans under the willow
In no time at all
Bake twenty pies for Grange
In an afternoon
Put up a cellar full
Of pretty Mason jars
Peaches pears cherries
Beans and beans and beans
Kill a spider without
Hesitation or trepidation
Say “bullshit” when anyone lied
Or showed signs of nonsense
According to her sisters
Win “every damn time”
At Uno Flinch Rook Euchre 
I saw her drive the tractor once
When my uncles couldn’t
Come to help bale hay –
But that didn’t surprise me
It was when I saw Grandma
In her chair after a long day
Readied to read the paper
When her light winked off
And it wasn’t the bulb
“Go get the pliers” she said
And I watched as she rewired
The lamp – just like that
Her fingers swift and sure
(There were several moments
I could say changed everything)
This was another
Just like that I knew
I could do anything


As If for Emphasis

For a while there
Before she could
Form the words she
Intended or demanded
(And was maybe
Better off for it)
Before a deluge
A lifetime of words
To communicate with
The breadth of the world
Annika my granddaughter
Would on occasion
Stomp her tiny foot
Accompanied by
A laugh or squeal
As if for emphasis
To a little thought
Or out of satisfaction
In performing a task
Occupying her attention
But not I think
Out of frustration with
Her lack of eloquence
In conversation
(Thus far)
When she stomped
Her tiny foot
Her expression
Was a giddy joy
She stomped saying
All’s right with me
And all around me
For the moment




David Sapp, writer and artist, is the recipient of Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Grants for poetry and art and is a Pushcart nominee. His poetry and prose appear widely in the United States, Canada, the United Kingdom, and Asia. His publications include articles in the Journal of Creative Behavior; several chapbooks; a novel, Flying Over Erie; a book of poems and drawings, Drawing Nirvana; and five books of poetry and prose, Finally Chopin, Love and History, Acquaintances, A Precious Transience, and a memoir titled The Origin of Affection, winner of the Violet Reed Haas Poetry Award.

Two Poems by David Sapp

Fairly Certain

It’s snowing
And I am certain
Fairly certain
It will snow again
Settling lightly
Upon the orchard
Just so just so
A whirlwind of white
Unpruned branches
An exquisite chaos
Just beyond
My window for
Nearly thirty years
I have anticipated
A whirlwind of white
Blossoms each spring
But now too weary
Its limbs brittle
Dry old bones
I am certain
Fairly certain
There will be no
Flurry of petals
Only the saw
It’s heartrending
But I am certain
(Never absolutely certain)
I’ll see snow again


Blasted Oak

I am this
Blasted oak
(Well not quite yet
But soon enough)
Brittle wizened limbs
Wrenched just so
Splintered by the wind
A Friedrich painting
A poignant sublime
In stark detail
For your perusal
Far from a sapling
And now no longer
Tall stately timber
(You’d think
I’d be weary of
Ponderous allusions)
Eventually this tree
Will rot and crumble
Wend its way
Returning to loam
Nevertheless
I am this
Blasted oak




David Sapp, writer and artist, lives along the southern shore of Lake Erie in North America. A Pushcart nominee, he was awarded Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Grants for poetry and the visual arts. His poetry and prose appear widely in the United States, Canada, and the United Kingdom. His publications include articles in the Journal of Creative Behavior, chapbooks Close to Home and Two Buddha, a novel Flying Over Erie, and a book of poems and drawingstitled Drawing Nirvana.