Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: Salt to the Brain
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
Poets do not isolate themselves in a garret, but walk among us, taking notes about our shared experience. In this week’s poem, David Moreau, a resident of Wayne, explains.
Salt to the Brain (In Praise of Poets) By David Moreau
As a rule we are not the brain surgeons or the bridge builders. We did not figure how to make water flow in a pipe or keep airplanes stable in flight. Instead, we stood in a circle and chanted, “All praise to the most beautiful bridge,” then walked across it.As a rule we do not meet the payroll or keep the factories open. Others figured how enzymes work and built hydraulic brakes. Instead, we were the ones at the machines whose idea it was to sing, “Happy Birthday,” or “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen.”In this world the moneychangers change money. The nurses nurse and the lawyers lawyer. My mother feeds the stray cats that come to the screen door of her house in Marion Oaks. The orange tiger has a nasty scratch. The poets take note, add this small pinch of salt to the brain, our gift to the taste of existence.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2005 by David Moreau. Reprinted from A Movie and a Moon Pie: The Best of Moon Pie Press, Volume 1, Moon Pie Press, 2005, by permission of David Moreau. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, Special Assistant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at firstname.lastname@example.org or 207-228-8263.