tryingpoetry

To Remember Who I Am

I walk the path Muddy through tall wet grass To the gravelly bank and stand in running water while the snow falls

I row slowly oar blades pulling against glass the face of water in a high tree lined lake

I run out from a launch to the sound of the my motor's call against tides and chop in the south salish sea

I stand on a beach in tide up to my knees the sound the waves in my ears...