'Identify' by Jim Davis-Rosenthal

 

Legend
by Robert James Berry

 

I know this water

It is a thawed ice-age glacier

That slices our country

Ocean to ocean

No one has fathomed it

Boys have fallen in

No bones are ever recovered


No light can search water

So thick with past

When the world is ember

Still as the winter trees


I have seen the

blurry black image

of something slithering

into water

Then a great back

Going against the current

We have all seen it

From this water we feed

I have had its dreams

It is ours to grapple or invoke

This winter we have grown fat

Our minds are full of dragons

 

 


 

Text © 1999 by Robert James Berry

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