I waddle in
	hip waders
		in the sun
			in the water
		on the sandy bottom
				fresh, alive, startling
				liquid light
					darts everywhere
						tagging minnows
Stretching dark cable from heavy overhanging limb
			to brace post against pull of boat
			to keep the boat off the dock
			whenever a ship passes
				sucking all away	
				tossing all back in a rush
A swallow swoops overhead in a long parabolic swing
I wonder why I worry about anything. 


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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to fluid

  1. stephanie says:

    Nice: particularly the last line. 😉

    • riverwriter says:

      It was an unexpectedly sunny day (the forecast was for thunderstorms), and the whole thing was idyllic.

      The funny thing is, I started writing this because I had just discovered how to do those indentations (a particularly tricky limitation in HTML); and while I was experimenting with the indentations, I discovered I had written “fluid”, a perfectly postable poem.

      Now today, I look out the window to a grim gray wet day. But who knows?—we may end up going down there again after all.

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