In verse: Maine places and people

Produced by Dennis Camire

This week’s poem is by a former editor of The Beloit Poetry Journal, John Rosenwald of Farmington.

Almost Dawn

Kids and grandkids still

sleeping. I rise, go down

to the dock, dive into the

almost dark.

A slight squawk. “Ducks,”

I think, when, suddenly,

neck stretched, legs trailing,

so close I could touch,

a great blue heron,

wings wide, blesses me,

lands, stands

as I stand, sometimes,

looking down, looking out,

still, waiting.

As I round the raft, returning

to shore, ready for daybreak,

reluctant to rouse the still

creatures, I see only

rocks, shoreline, bushes with

blueberries, ripe for picking.

Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu

filed under: