Poetry About Cotton

Cotton opens like weather across the field. Soft bolls conceal the burr beneath their bloom. Hands have paid dearly for this common cloth. Ships and ledgers carried profit over grief. Today, a shirt moves lightly on the line. Its threads remember more than softness.

Look again from the quieter edge. Soft bolls conceal the burr beneath their bloom. What seemed simple opens into history. Ships and ledgers carried profit over grief. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Its threads remember more than softness.

Cotton opens like weather across the field. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Hands have paid dearly for this common cloth. It returns us to fields, cloth, labor, softness, trade, history, and the long journey from seed to fabric. Today, a shirt moves lightly on the line. The day continues with a more attentive heart.