Improvisation #13 for Our Pond – Sarah Dickenson Snyder

Sarah Dickenson Snyder

An emblem I see from the stone patio,
from the window above the sink
when I’m rinsing, polishing off
the velvety end of a glass of red wine,

through the curtains in our bedroom
if I rise to a full moon sky
and loosen the impression—
the excavation aching to

free the rising from underground
springs, seek a root system
of veins to tap in, filling, filling
our infinite digging.

Or maybe a smaller, shallower
space, a damp clay basin
to harness what we receive
from above and below.

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