Poem for Sherron

A little ditty I wrote—almost like a gesture sketch—as I watched my wife catching the rays in Jasper National Park, one day after our 20th anniversary:


Pyramid Lake,

Jasper National Park

(July 29, 2010; 3:15 p.m.)


Cupped in a bowl

of rust-colored fingers

sun-glazed and cedar-breathed

becalmed by a lake

that can’t make up its mind

if it’s blue or green…


And there’s you, at the end of the dock,

slow-rocked by the intrauterine tide

skin pinkening

in the magnified light

despite my frequent reminders,

the way I fret over

your unchangeable ways.

One comment

  1. Belle Starr

    Love it, nice to know that after 20 years some things never change!

    good to read some of your poetry again

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