watermark, 1988~a memoir poem
winter is settling in,
stream trickles
one november night,
and by dawn is frozen solid
stream trickles
one november night,
and by dawn is frozen solid
apple trees across the road
shudder and drop their last
fat green mutsus
on a hardened earth
shudder and drop their last
fat green mutsus
on a hardened earth
neighbors stop by with soup,
warn us to shop now--
as an impending storm
is thickening in the valley,
warn us to shop now--
as an impending storm
is thickening in the valley,
and a foot of snow
is expected by nightfall
stacking wood, and placing
a few logs in the wood stove
is expected by nightfall
stacking wood, and placing
a few logs in the wood stove
i drive down an iced over
country road, with a prayer
if i slip into the ravine to the left
i have had a very good life
country road, with a prayer
if i slip into the ravine to the left
i have had a very good life
goddess saves me by allowing
my car to go out of control, swerving
to the right, into
the dipped shoulder
my car to go out of control, swerving
to the right, into
the dipped shoulder
I sigh, and praise the highest
for keeping me here
a little longer
to do my humble healing,
for keeping me here
a little longer
to do my humble healing,
to play and write and sing,,,
through all of this meandering
as i hear a pine cone drop, and skid
over the frozen over stream
through all of this meandering
as i hear a pine cone drop, and skid
over the frozen over stream
~kate lamberg (c) '17
after listening to enya's 'watermark (1988)
after listening to enya's 'watermark (1988)
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