after a line by Tomas Tranströmer
Freed from not knowing where you are, I’ve traded the nagging worry for a shroud. In the slim boat of each day, I stand wary, look across the still surface. Balance is all. The undercurrent, strong. Not the peace I hoped for, this calm.
Copyright © 2015 by Cathie Sandstrom. Originally published in Wide Awake: Poets of Los Angeles and Beyond (Pacific Coast Poetry Series, 2015). Used with permission of the author.