- The Church in the Plains, and: Glossolalia
THE CHURCH IN THE PLAINS
Seeing it is nearly nine miles to the church in The Settlement, they entreat the Father to dwell first in the rafters of the one-room school house, later in the rough-hewn belfry of the new white church.
There, they gather to thank God in the familial tongue for aquifer and loam, for infant Söhne who will farm these lands not yet ancestral, for Magdalena and Mathilde, wives who steam fresh snow in their kettles when the pumps freeze.
They ask for Sunday evenings that burst slow and easy as the bubbles in their warm brown beer.
There, they gather until letters from the old country cease amid news of war, and the final echoes of boot-clomp Deutsch dissipate over the plains,until the last boat lists in the celestial estuary, its passengers old women reluctant to shed the body’s unseemliness, its dry rot and insidious fever, old women reluctant to leave off their habitual shooing of the Angel of Death.
They gather until the old women depart, the church beneath them seeping a new-country light,
they gather until the grandmothers are gone, diese Großmütter who cannot learn to pray in a new tongue. [End Page 188]
GLOSSOLALIA
My mother warned me against this, the tongue that parses thighs, but I imagined some lucent night flower or else a gladiolus trembling, mistlisting over the cornfields.
Already, I have bedded more men than she, her hands now mother-hands, the same that lavedmy child-pocked back, the bath curdy with oatmeal.
This I know, the devil rides by the creekat night. I have seen him there with the Mennonite boys. You who are like them but not, you who scald instead of glower, teach me to catchthe Spirit as it vees up like an owl.
You who quote my mother’s scriptures, pour them over my head until the words blur,kneel with me in the water and let me wash you, listen to the devil laugh, the sound tearing like claws through hymns.
This I know, if you keep me thrashing,he cannot touch me. [End Page 189]
Rachel Rinehart grew up in Chuckery, Ohio, and currently teaches at Marshall University in Huntington, West Virginia. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Quarterly West, Mid-American Review, Third Coast, Indiana Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, and the Massachusetts Review.