Canoeing the Crystal River, Midsummer

by Anne-Marie Oomen

The river is a liquid canal to a pure thing,
painless as sleep
and silent except for distant laughter
over tan and shallow water.

The sun holds open the sky
for geese and green-feathered woodcocks
who, for now, also drift,
staring, audience to river currents

that turn underwater grasses
all in the same direction,
signaling some mutual spirit,
a place to feed, a way to go.

The canoe becomes a sliver of silver shell,
lined with iridescence of dreams,
from which I am born, watching grasses,
watching geese, and going slow.

Artist: Anne-Marie Oomen
Medium: Poetry
Copyright: © Anne-Marie Oomen


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