Oasis – Lent Twelve

Mary Ellen Mogee workhousearts.org

Mary Ellen Mogee workhousearts.org

Water from a hidden spring
flows into the arid land
Where it pools
reeds & rushes grow
in lively celebration
In time all creatures
find their way to the pool
prey & predator alike
their comings their goings
invisible to the casual eye
although not unrecognizable
by their feral stench
They come They drink
They drink They pass
into the night The wind
quickly covers their tracks
and all too soon their sign
Occasionally one stays
at no small risk I’d say
Thin as the reed
ruddy as the rush
the kneeling Madonna
a statue sand-scented
in a sanctuary of stone
studies her own reflection
on the face of the water
in the moonlight
Each & every night
if not by moonlight
then in low candlelight
she brings her emptied self
in search of the spring
to find only the pool


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to Oasis – Lent Twelve

  1. positively divine

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