In the Stream
(Sarah Webb)

My hands cup
beneath the surface.
Minnows flit in the bowl

amber inside my fingers
amber against my legs
amber sliding downstream.

I meant to cross this river
reach the trees whose tops
flare yellow in the sun.

Pole hard, I said.
But though these hands are calloused
it is more than a matter of effort

and I find myself here
in the soft water
where minnows brush.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Lovely. So sensual. I love the second stanza, the "calloused" hands and "I find myself here in the soft water." Beautiful.