• POETRY •
Portage Farm Poems
“…a sleep behind them as they lay becalmed
on the reflection of their Half Moon
while the sky blazed and then the time lifted them
up the dark passage they had no name for.” – Merwin, from “Another River”
down past the cornfield
where the spasms of ducks
across the cool face of water
splashed to define the pond
before it froze over for the season
and the geese we are told
could not keep their v-lines
in check as they passed
here also a hundred years ago
and had to land as they called
out by precisely the same
voice that emerged over all eons
over clouds of distant time
when man still wandered
the continent trying to find water
a rockless plot of land
that might grow with sunshine
like this one you just passed
and could feel it pulsed as your story
that had never been told