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A Way by Water

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In the basement this morning
a water drop squeezed through
a pipe joint and fell. The basement
smelled, it was musty, in two minutes
another drop formed. Not much of a
leak, a wrench and dab of white
lead would stop it.
Down in the field where I went
to check on a crazy sow who rammed
through the fence to have her pigs,
in the rain, I noticed the creek.
The water ran freely, bounced over
rocks, divided around a sunken log,
slid under the fence, not tamed
by obstacles. Something welled up
in me that felt kin to water and
before I thought I rode bareback
on a whale, rubber boots and all,
down the creek, into a river and on
to the ocean. When they surface,
these deep-mind beasts scare the
hell out of me— the sow had eight pigs,
laid on one, seemed content in the mud.
I went back to the workshop for a
wrench and dab of white lead.

First Line
In the basement this morning
Original Pub Location
Original Publication Date
1978
Original Citation
Colorado Quarterly 27 (Autumn 1978) 22.
Complete Poems
359
Word Count
165
Poetic Form
open
Themes
Twitter Quote
Something welled up / in me that felt kin to water