Living on the River
Canada Geese squawking their discontent
glide by in formation. The barge’s
progress stately, warm rust colors reflected,
a Mediterranean glow. The presence
of the river large and immediate.
At any time I could submerge myself,
the cold water surrounding me, entering
every orifice. We’d become one. Great
blue heron flaps by, shadow below.
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Entering every orifice and shadow below makes this very mysterious!
“At any time I could submerge myself” together with “shadow below” and “discontent” give the otherwise peaceful poem an ominous whisper.