How Many Summers Have You Seen?

How many summers have you seen?—
Against those hills so golden.

What hides away from light of day,
A mother's own beholden.

Maker who made me in mindful
Oppression.  Balance waits for

Those who feel pain, again I
Feel the medicine.  Falling

Like pearls from a whirlwind, her touch
Has left me an entrance I

Cannot even explain, I am
Entranced and non-withholding.

How many summers have you seen?—
Against those books you're holding.

What hides away from light of day
A mother's only Holden

And still now calling me Caulfield
Against all I've been holding!

Those who can divine my meaning
Then let them understand, I

Won't indulge in idle banter.
Now watch as the thresher chants.

Throwing stalks, consuming fire
Nonstop embers, blooming caps

A field long prepped for this burning
Again I feel medicine—

Warm home, first-born son cold,
Now close that fold you open.

Maker made me in oppression.
Those who feel pain, again

Again I feel the medicine.
Cast away and back to say

How many summers have you seen?—
The moving piers are open'd.