water, sky

I left my shoes in the car, slid down

to the river, walked along the grass

where the water had risen. The rain

fell but I saw the sun, hazed up-stream,

east toward Cambridge & ducks glide

in the shallow pools between the trees

where my feet cool. I’m high of course

because it’s Saturday morning;

 

& if my son wasn’t on my shoulders & my joints

didn’t hurt, I might trace the source or

anyway just walk long ways, wade

in the water, the wide sky. One day

 

I quit. Dig a niche, stare

at the clouds that blow east like a dream

that rolls on &

 

think about this day after rain when the water’s high

& the sky lightly veiled.

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