THE LATHING OF MY DREAMS

I will paddle up the meandering Sudbury.

I will float down the beautiful Assabet.


I will search out the sources of my fantasies.

I will hunt the headwaters of my dreams.

I will run the rapids of my imagination.

I will see things amazing to a boy

              from New York,

where lifetimes could

                    pass without a single


    heron

         standing motionless on Mosholu

                            Parkway, and

       where Harrier Hawks cast no shadows on
 

                          the Grand Concourse. These rivers

carry me on a gentle current

            of fear, eyes wide, entranced,

    to the surprise

                        waiting beyond
 
             
             the bend. I am afloat.

I drift. I watch in silence.


August 31, 2001

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