March 16th, 2013


Poet's Corner: Monologue for an Onion

I spent three hours earlier today volunteering with a group of people from my church at Second Harvest Foodbank of Southern Wisconsin. Second Harvest acquires and distributes food to more than 225 partner programs in 16 counties in this part of Wisconsin; since most of their donations are in bulk, groups of volunteers like ours usually work at breaking those large donations down into smaller portions that the food pantries Second Harvest supplies can distribute to individuals who need it. Today, my group apportioned four tons of apples into bags of five pounds each, and when we had worked our way through all the apples they had on hand, moved on to bag about 1,300 pounds of sweet onions before our shift was complete. For my part, I sealed bags, placed said bags into crates, and stacked said crates onto pallets. It's tiring work, but satisfying. (Even though the Wisconsin Film Festival showing of Joss Whedon's Much Ado About Nothing both went on sale and sold out while I was there. Curses!)

Anyway, since I have onions on the brain, here's an oniony poem.

Collapse )