I woke up one morning a bit of a grizzly old man
wearing four days of beard
hiding unruly hair under a ball cap
looking for river haints, adoring me moon
turning my back on reflections
uncut by river currents
Tag Archives: aging
how a salmon ponders the infinite
yaar, it sounds like swimming / an echocardiogram
glub blub and bubble /lying on medical paper
not unlike butcher paper /something a monger
might’ve wrapped round the catch of the day
Autumn 2023, no. 5
arthritis has taken what little faith I had in weather reports
talk on the boat tonight is of perfect weather
the rain holding off, the breeze
what remains, really, something more jagged
than the Pollyanna hope of local meteorology
a bit more patient about the fast / slow wobble of time