Years ago I lived by Richardson Bay in Mill Valley and owned this handmade cedar canoe.
Tag: Water
Lakeside Roots
Bledsoe Creek State Park
Harpeth River
Here Comes The Pool
Radnor Lake
My Old Cedar Canoe
We All Get Wet
often the best response
is to give up
abandon all hope of
truly knowing how the
acorn becomes a tree
it just does, and
one day that barked
branched swaying nature
will topple, call it age
or disease, shifting roots
or unsteady ground, but
this too will just happen
and yet, we try so hard
to control all of life
when really, clinging
tightly is like pretending
a summer storm isn’t
made of rain, at some point
we all get wet
After Reading Stanley Kunitz
what are memories?
a skipping stone
under layers of
silt, bottom of
this primordial riverbed
water rushing over
unaware that time
has passed, soon
all is forgotten