Sue Goyette: Six poems - from Ocean nine The idea of home was so big, so bottomless, carpenters had to tie a rope around their waists for fear of being swallowed whole by the houses…
Monday, November 4, 2013
A new year:
I remember our first walk through the woods as if it were two hours ago:
it was dusk
an orange sun slipped behind the sugar bush.
A snowy owl
ghostly pale silent
Wondrous, you say,
Strange to think, when the ice came,
how those trees did shatter.
As for us, we are still here,