I read your message
with great interest. (really!) My town is actually on a sandbar along
the Mississippi. We even have a boat house moored in the slough. I am
sending along one of my river poems. This was previously published in
RagMag. It was in their last issue, and I dont think I need take
responsibility for their closing. I do miss the magazine though; it
was one of Minnesotas premier independents.
Here it is, let me
know if you are interested.
The only time my heartbeat
is on a houseboat in a back channel
floating down the Mississippi.
My thoughts spin out like lines
shoreward to snag waving trees,
anchoring me firmly to this place and time.
Breaths become deep and strong
mixed with green water scents,
cries of shy-pokes, and plops
of snap turtles dropping off their
sunny perches. Transformation
is slow but steady--from city girl
to river woman--and strength flows
through my body in waves.