UTOPIA: Love as Free as a Fountain
How could the news come?
We drove with my second cousins to
The orchards at the feet of the Catskills.
We cut three names into a tree.
And when I burned my wrist in the cannery
So badly it began to bubble,
You were there with a bucket of cold water.
Among the tons of softening apples
You smelled like cinnamon burning. That night
I watched you play the piano with Jamie and Evan
Who were both, at some point, your lovers—
My heart in such a confusion,
Their bows drawing diagrams in the air,
This moment so close to prayer.
About this Poem
"This poem is from a series I'm writing about the final days of utopic communities and cults. In this case, I'd been reading the diary of a member of the Oneida Community. They attempted to practice a form of sexual, affective, and material communism."
Joe Hall is the author of The Devotional Poems (Black Ocean, 2013).
Date Published: 2013-07-26
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/utopia-love-free-fountain