Push deep into the mud
Hold firm
Extract
Push
Hold
Extract
Slowly the bank passes,
in the distance
a cottage, smoke
sinking out of its crooked chimney,
beside the bowing
porch, an old willow –
spilt by lightning from
last years deluge
when thoughts caused
rivulets
to crack habits
that were once a surge.
Waves freeze upon the
page
become so slow eyes
cannot see them crash.
The water scolds
whenever it licks
mud rather than grass
Several ducks gather
around a group of rocks,
swap tales, their beaks
working
like mouths full of
clothes pegs.
Push
Hold
Extract
Above, clouds chase the
seasons
until the coming of
Ragnarok
when someone
will publish these
efforts.
Push
Hold
Extract
The end in sight is the
sea, land
only holds us for so
long
then sets us free.
No comments:
Post a Comment