leaves and stems

my hand feels those bunches
sweetened by another day of sun
smooth ellipsoid shapes, almost mature

at day's end, I open the barn door
the unsold combine harvester rusting slowly away
my hand, softly, touches it

at night, I dream of gold-colored
long, slender leaves and stems
by day, I sell my soul to Bacchus



The climate crisis will affect agriculture deeply due to direct impacts like changes in temperature and rainfall patterns, increased CO2-levels, but also via indirect effects like changes in crop demand, new diseases and pests. This poem follows a farmer who lost his means of living due to the impact of global warming.