In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers. Swimming aimlessly is luxury just as walking loudly up a shallow stream is. As we lean over the deep well, we whisper. Friends at hearths are drawn to the one warm air; strangers meet on beaches drawn to the one wet sea. What wd it be to be water, one body of water (what water is is another mystery) (We are water divided.) It wd be a self without walls, with surface tension, specific gravity a local exchange between bedrock and cloud of falling and rising, rising to fall, falling to rise.
Excerpted from Springing by Marie Ponsot. Copyright © 2002 by Marie Ponsot. Excerpted by permission of Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced without permission in writing from the publisher.
The author of numerous works, Marie Ponsot won the National Book Critics Circle Award for her collection The Bird Catcher (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998). She served as a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets from 2010 to 2014.
Date Published: 2002-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/springing