yes, the water is a being, a spirit
the same as
unending swells of
wind-whipped tall-grass prairie
the breath of peaks, snow-laced valleys
places without artifact
experiences without name
holders of presence
bathing my very tired preoccupations
in lap of wave
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
Hear Luther Allen read from The View from Lummi Island on Saturday, April 23, 2011. Details.