Saturday, April 6, 2019

The canoe on the river

Early Sunday morning
I didn’t expect to see
a canoe on the river,
gliding in silence,
water like liquid glass;
a smooth reflection 
but unclear, slightly
blurred. I strained
to hear the sound 
of a paddle slicing 
through the current
but it was already
too far away. I called
out but the canoeist 
didn’t look up, didn’t 
see me watching from 
above, and while
I was too far away
to see the face, I knew
I had seen it before
in a mirror.

Fall had turned, 
and I missed it
like I missed 
so much else.

The editors of Tweet6speak Poetry are hosting a 30-Day, 30-Poem Challenge for Earth Month entitled, appropriately enough, Poetic Earth Month. Today, the featured poem is “Aubade” by L.L. Barkat, and the poetry prompt is to write a love or friendship poem that captures a sense of loss.

1 comment:

L.L. Barkat said...

This might be one of my favorite poems of yours ever. It's that (metaphorical) current I think I'm loving. Something more here. (And I do so love a good river poem.)