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Tag Archives: Lake Erie
Picking my way across the wrongend of the beach, avoidingrocks that rock beneath my weight,overhead branches that claw at my head,empty bottles, remnants of some illicit picnic,metal rope, remnant of some construction project,sea glass and sharp plastic shards,the frigid, opaque … Continue reading
Beside a lake melted into being by glaciers I bathe my feet in your word made water – the fluidity of creation – dry them in the sand, scourings of the land eroded, as all flesh, remade asa million grains … Continue reading
Looking to a goose feather floating on the surfacefor a landmark is rank foolishness; yet its inconstancy may be no greater thanthe line of seagulls ranged along the rocksnor the white-capped waves,the deck-chaired people on the sand, even the lake … Continue reading
I went to the water filled with chaos, foaming with worry, frothy with fear; I went to the water cold as winter, opaque as oil. I went to the water to see your Spirit spraying the rocks with invisible ink, animation drawn out of … Continue reading
Breakwater before midnight; primal elements: dark water. Let light break. This dark water tastes wrong; unseasoned soup, it will not hold me up. I throw up my hands. Your thoughts are not my thoughts, there will be no meeting of … Continue reading
The only sign of a seam between sea and sky, a bright, slim line; the sun falling, pooling; a slick of liquid gold.
The seagulls are returning from wherever it is that seagulls go when the lake, luminous lover, has frozen them out, but they seem chastened; they sound subdued, touch her gingerly, testing the waters.