Psalm – by Susan O’Dell Underwood

That which makes you lie down in green clover,
urge light as breath against your breastbone.

Or the green itself will pull you down
into shade pooling like a body of water.

A tangling will ribbon its way to your knees
till supplicant then prostrate you give way,
an echo of the child again
pressed to the planet’s pulse the way you lay
before you ever knew a prayer by heart
but only hummed a version
of the humming all around you.

Listen where you loll, and be.
That’s praise you feel, that surge of comfort
where your head rests in the plush,
your thrumming feet and body languid in repose
while all around you dances, nothing ever still,
the scent of tender green in praise of you
for knowing how to notice, for minding
with your fingertips the rounded, fragile petals.

The craving soil itself is rapt with quivering,
filled up with that which makes you lie down among,
lie down within, against, toward,
that rousing quiet held which holds you here,
the shape your body makes, the remedy and jolt,
the ways to answer that which made you
to lie down in your whole singing flesh.

That which made you
made you to lie down in green clover.

Susan O’Dell Underwood directs the creative writing program at Carson-Newman University. She and her husband, artist Dave Underwood, started Sapling Grove Press ( to publish work from under-served artists, photographers, and writers in Appalachia. Besides two chapbooks, her writing appears in journals and anthologies, including Oxford American, Crab Orchard Review, Tupelo Quarterly, and Southern Humanities Review.  The poems published here are from her first full-length book of poems, The Book of Awe, forthcoming from Iris Press.

Photographer’s Note: I love the opening and closing lines. The green clover.