Poem #190
Space #5
Breathe in and out and let the calm
water glint in your eyes, there are broken waves
and broken driftwood and cracked shells
on the rocky shore as well as feathers
and other lost things and maybe thats a bone,
how carelessly they have been placed here and there!
Oh, how the spruce leans for the water,
trunk bending uncomfortably over stones
and what was once a spruce friend.
Breathe and lets figure out
all these little messes you have here, Lake.
When was the last time you cleaned debris
off your long white shore? Breathe!
I tell myself all the ways I would make this lake
better and none of them are right.
I walk along the shore and feel cold
and blessed and small.