practice
Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2000 11:58 am
Practice
Hard rain hits the lake
leaving circles like those
from a well-cast line
that arcs through air before
disappearing in water.
I have practiced this cast for years
without questioning
what I want to catch
or keep
from this place.
I know only that without it
my thoughts would scatter
like waxwings
intoxicated on fermented berries.
But here
I am rooted among the tall reeds
focused as a stone along the shore
learning the way a wave
takes thought farther than a line
cast out and reeled in
the way scattered raindrops fall
into a single sound.
-Ce Rosenow
Hard rain hits the lake
leaving circles like those
from a well-cast line
that arcs through air before
disappearing in water.
I have practiced this cast for years
without questioning
what I want to catch
or keep
from this place.
I know only that without it
my thoughts would scatter
like waxwings
intoxicated on fermented berries.
But here
I am rooted among the tall reeds
focused as a stone along the shore
learning the way a wave
takes thought farther than a line
cast out and reeled in
the way scattered raindrops fall
into a single sound.
-Ce Rosenow