By Joan Kantor
Sarasota Branch
Watching the river
from a window,
my mind
drifts off
to the constant flow
of water and ice,
beneath banks of snow,
till I suddenly notice
all motion
has stopped,
that pieces of ice
have gathered together,
filling in gaps
to complete a puzzle
that hadn’t existed before.
I stare at them,
pressed tightly together,
yet separate,
and as if they’ve partied too long,
are done with casual conversation,
they begin to break apart,
to go their own separate ways,
but they’re actually controlled
by the current,
imperceptibly
pushing them on.
Love, love, love. So visual.
I’ve been there, seen it and enjoyed reading your poem!
Joan your poem format certainly takes me on a kayak cruise down the river, and I can tell you gave thoughtful consideration to the words too. Thank you for sharing this poem!
What a lovely poem!
Thank you.
Love the poem and the layout. I am interested in how words play out on the page…