In the Fractured Hours

6 March 2022

By Philip Kuepper

I realized it was a phenomenon
isolated in the moment
it was happening.
But each time the blades
of the oars touched the water,
it sounded as though they were whispering
peace, peace, peace.
And I thought how sweet were it to catch hold
beyond the moment.

(1 January 2022)

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