There Was a Day: 2016

Talya Johnson

Talya Johnson

There was a day
in March months
after the wild`fire
when the scorched`
hills broke out green
the Columbia River
bluer than the sky
flowed east`west
full to its banks

There was a day
in July the water
so low it was hard
to get boat to river
the bear knee`deep
out in the current
dipping a dinner
gone down deep
under the rocks

There was a day
in October of rain
sunup to sundown
day of the smashed`
truck the stuck`trailer
the run`away whaler
when a fisherman
said to his friend

   It just does not get
   any better than this!

“I guess I’m just hopelessly fascinated by the realities
that you can assemble out of connected fragments.” Junot Díaz


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 There Was a Day: 2016

  1. brings such peaceful feelings to these old urban bones


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