Setting the Price
In high-summer evening-light four barefoot Amish
kids bend, pulling weeds from their garden.
My mother looks at them from the car window, smiles
at the young woman on the porch who holds a baby close.
I lean on my car and talk to the man of the house.
I want him to build our garage. He notices Mother,
walks to her open window. She pulls back in her seat,
afraid. He speaks softly to her, calls his children,
lifts each one; introduces–
He calls his wife. She comes, and her husband says–
This is Johanna and our new son David
Mother reaches out, strokes the infant’s silken
skin. She hasn’t said a word in months.
Baby. Baby. soft, yet clear.
The father and I set a price.
As we leave, Mother raises her hand and waves.
Soon the family will be inside praying,
turning down kerosene lamps,
Jim Bourey is an old poet now living on the northern edge of the Adirondack Mountains in New York State. He lived in Delaware for thirty years before this recent move. His chapbook Silence, Interrupted was published in 2015 by the Broadkill River Press, and it was selected as best book of poetry by the Delaware Press Association, and also received third place in the same category from the National Association of Press Women. His work has appeared in Gargoyle, Broadkill Review, Double Dealer and other journals and anthologies. He was first runner up in the Faulkner-Wisdom Poetry Competition in 2012 and 2016. Jim is active in promoting poetry at readings and events throughout his home area. In Delaware, he belonged to two poetry groups and was a state adjudicator for the Poetry Out Loud competition for two years. He is currently working on a collection of poems about people and places of the North Country.