9 September 2018

By Philip Kuepper

A lattice of reeds,
tightly woven,
attached to ribs,
shape into a boat,
a boat risen out of the very
hands shaping it
into a useful tool.

The same hands that shaped it
propel it by oars,
steer it by oars
to the desired
place, otherwise
unreachable.  (Not everyone
is capable of walking across water.)

Sitting aboat on a watery place,
I keep my thoughts light
lest they sink me.
Shall I fish?  Why?,
when my only desire
is to be
lazy in a lazy August afternoon.

(30 August 2018)