Water asks of God only
Stillness—so that up from
Murky bottoms—through
The weavings of fish—chill
Spring light may call out
Dormant roots—humid summer
Light spread and spread green
Plates of being—Love calling
And calling to love—you
Calling to me—until in July
Row on row of petals circling into
Flower shapes—cradle slender
Fingers of yellow light—and ride
The stillness answering—Yes.


Richard R. Guzman


This poem has appeared in several places in several forms, but was first published in the Naperville Sun as a side-bar to a story the paper did about a pond I dug with my sons and their friends. Go here for a list of poems and poetry commentary on this site.

This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *