Flathead Lake, Montana
“Christ plays in ten thousand places” –G. M. Hopkins
Lying here on the short grass, I am
a bowl for sunlight.
Silence. A bee. The lip of water
over stones. The swish and slap, hollow
under the dock. Down-shore
a man sawing wood.
Christ in the sunshine laughing
through the green translucent wings
of maple seeds. A bird
resting its song on two notes.
Luci Shaw is one my favorite poets. Her images delight and surprise me and her poems often teach me or, better yet, remind me of truths I once knew but had forgotten.
The poetry round-up is over at a wrung sponge.