21 March 2021

By Philip Kuepper

Winter muffles
noise outdoors.
The cold swallows echoes.
It is as if act
is axed as it’s being acted.
The wood is split,
the nail, hammered.
The boat is being
built, slat-by-slat.
The breath of the boatwright
speaks spiritspeak,
speak the spirit of the waves
understands.

(3 March 2021)