Midlife
by Julia Caldwallader-Straub
by Julia Caldwallader-Straub
This is as far as the light
of my understanding
has carried me:
an October morning
a canoe built by hand
a quiet current
above me the trees arc
green and golden
against a cloudy sky
below me the river responds
with perfect reflection
a hundred feet deep
a hundred feet high.
To take a cup of this river
to drink its purple and gray
its golden and green
to see
a bend in the river up ahead
and still
say
yes
3 comments:
A nice big sigh of recognition here. Thank you. xx
I loved the end of that poem--
to see
a bend in the river up ahead
and still
say
yes
To be able to forge on when things get twisty and you can't precisely see beyond the unknown turn, is such a nice allusion to just about everything about life, as is the river metaphor.
Beautiful Michelle. And...yes...I need to remember that ending.
Yes.
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