Alberta
You rest
wan upon the pillow
scent of
some past fragrant
peach
lingering over the eiderdown
old skin in soft focus
afternoon light
of the soul.
Stream
Waders
Hear
below the
waterline
the
language of little
green
muddy things
whose
bubbles break surface
in
small redundant pops.
A
stone shifts, a lure lodged.
A
branch deep down hides carp,
trout
dozing
in
primordial peace.
ALBERTA is in memory of my Grandmother on my paternal side. Her name was Alberta...and just for the record, tonight, Sept. 12, 2012, did I first realize the subliminal reference to peaches of the same appellation. The poem has been brewing for a while.
Stream Waders recalls time spent on the Yough River. (Youghiogheny) Garrett County, MD. Being an outside gal, I love to see the small, the fleeting moment...the moments lost becasue Nature is always in transition.