Today's poem is by Alexander Long
Koi Pond in Slow Motion
They move under ice as thin as a bible's paper.
I don't dare crack it because they seem
Not to move at all.
Isn't this how it is, after all,
Come December? Wanting to shut down
For awhile and glide a glacial pace, slow
Work and slower heart and slowest
Of loves not sliding by, maybe, until April
Slips inside the lungs, when the koi's eyes
Widen like irises and their tails wave
Like laundry on the line, their gills healthy gashes
Letting in then out the ice as thin as a bible's
Paper that's melted so we can stare at their sway
And forget, awhile, our own slipping away
And waving, even while it's happening
To each of us this very,
and every, moment.
Copyright © 2011 Alexander Long All rights reserved
from Still Life
White Pine Press
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