The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Faith Williams
Homage
I never promised you a rose garden.
—Joanne Greenberg The writer enters
the room, real as a duck in serious moccasins. Her shoes declare, Here, where we walk, is solid ground. So a mallard would stride and snip at duckweed. She peers at us and states, Creativity builds bridges, insanity forts. At night I wonder, Do I live in a fort and dream of bridges? And I think of ducks, how well they manage in the uncertainty of water, how splendidly the momentum of their feet propels them through the wavering of the light. Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |