Today's poem is by David Wright
Like Trees Planted by Streams of Water
On this small bluff, lives hang like leaves.
A psalm trickles and surges
in roiling eddies and worried curves.
The Illinois could erode the banks.
All the new and old oaks could tumble
into a templed dam. But roots twist hard
instead beneath the river's silted bed.
They fill and feed the farthest leaves
that burn until lives fall to the water
in flames. The colors catch and wither
in human debris. Between a milk carton
and one rented ski, a single, silver fish
breaks the gray-green surface of its world,
like a tiny god might puncture the sky.
Copyright © 2003 David Wright All rights reserved
from A Liturgy For Stones
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