Little Boats

Carole Huber

Carole Huber

Along the shore
the little boats lie
keel`up against rain
waiting for someone
to come turn them
keel`down today
put oars in locks
push from shore
leave solid footing
row out on the river
which carves the land
remembers the past
as it was back then
as it will be when

“In its darkness the river
has worn the country
into the form it is.
The land is the water’s memory.
It remembers in the light
what was made in the dark.” ~ Wendell Berry


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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7 Responses to Little Boats

  1. the ending couplet took my breath away

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Macxermillio says:

    Water and air the great architects.


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