In Estuary
Fingers splayed in starburst A handful of broken sky bleeds through my fingertips The Fraser framed by deer tracks Banks a collection of minutae Her silvercalm melds with current’s rise as soaring eagles sound above Sphagnum moss warms the stone smooth to the touch wakened by an early spring. A certain quickening alive in estuary falls into light Shadows play with memory like a torn snapshot frayed by frequency My step falters legs weaken I fall on the edge of a borderland remembering what was once forgotten. - Janet Kvammen |