Cousins Taking Chances

September 1, 2011

My grandmother wore the coal oil lamp

high and close to her head like a tribal

ornament when she lasered us out and down

to the cellar mounding up in the brown land


near the garden, all the way down to air

like a splash of lake water, and the thud

of blackness when she planked the door

behind us and the light shuddered out


for a moment in the cold. We all went

uninvited and our imaginations were our own.

There might be a black widow webbed and barely

cornered somewhere, or salamanders splayed


on the walls getting their fill of roots

and dankness; but if the potato sacks were full

enough to lift us one by one to the high places,

we saw blue enamel rimmed with yellow cream


and peaches rising like ripe suns in an orchard

of green glass jars. Or the darkness would yield

peas to crack and roll in the palm, and apples

carried in the curve of the arm to a kitchen


laid with squares of red and white linoleum

like flags waving us home to a cookstove

hotter than August and ready to bake, if we

made it back after the flinging of the door


on earth again, the arrowing of full light

like waking up, the epiphany of silver hair

bobbing ahead, and the bolting of brown faces

and legs, the growing up like summer’s crop


of all of us from the deep loam of a mostly safe life.


September 1, 2011

Dawn Baker Brimley

Dawn Baker Brimley was born in Monroe, Utah, and draws insights from a childhood spent near the mountains and lakes of Utah. She is a graduate of Brigham Young University in sociology and psychology and also has the equivalent of a major in English. A former faculty member at BYU, she has taught children’s literature there and elsewhere. She has won several awards for her poetry, in the BYU Eisteddfod Crown Competition, in the Ensign’s Eliza R. Snow poetry competition, and in the BYU Studies poetry contest. She served on a general Church writing committee, writing lessons for the Relief Society manuals. She has written several sets of song lyrics, most notably, “Thy Will and Work” with composer Newell Dailey. Her published book of poetry is entitled Waking Moments. She has had two poems published in Dialogue and has two poems in the current book Discoveries: Two Centuries of Poems by Mormon Women. Dawn is married to Dr. Vern Brimley and is the mother of three daughters, grandmother of ten, and great-grandmother of nine.