Speak tenderly to Jerusalem (Isaiah 40:1-2)
Daisies lie parched in their beds.
Black-eyed Susans, stiff as straw
 
clutch yellow petaled hats, as if
this could protect them
 
from molten sun,
from drought and dust.
 
I resent jeremiads.
I want to speak
 
tenderly to my heart
but the heat is relentless.
 
Leaves wither, figs shrivel on vines.
Some say there were two Isaiahs:
 
one steeped in calamity,
one holding out hope.
 
We harvest tomatoes, whatever survives
but stop our watering.
 
Maybe the heavens
won’t roll up like a scroll.
 
I cut armfuls of flowers,
will try to paint them, to harvest
 
some memory.
Maybe my children
 
will find comfort,
will reap wet seasons.
 
Maybe this desert
will be like a garden.
Cathleen Cohen was the 2019 Poet Laureate of Montgomery County, PA. A poet, painter and teacher, she created the We the Poets program for children. Her poems appear in journals such as Apiary, Baltimore Review, East Coast Ink, North of Oxford, One Art Journal, Minyan Magazine, Passager, Philadelphia Stories, Poetica, River Heron Review, and Rogue Agent. She authored Camera Obscura (Moonstone Press, 2017), Etching the Ghost (Atmosphere Press, 2021) and Sparks and Disperses (Cornerstone Press, 2021). Her artwork is on view at Cerulean Arts Gallery and www.cathleencohenart.com.