22 January 2020

By Philip Kuepper

‘I meet the river.
Or is it, the river
meets me, divides
to either side of my shell,
a divided river the blades
of my oars seek detente with,
to get past the impasse
between my being human,
and the elements being
what they are.  Water,
for all its softness,
outmuscles ripped physiques.’

(30 December 2019)