Mother River

morning on the St. Lawrence
river fresh tin foil
granite rolls up like a whale’s back 

keel-line in the sand
imprint of a turtle’s dragging tail
wake slips into a gentle parting of the ways

later in bed i feel weightless
nothing beneath me but the sense
of water 

body memory: a swelling and dipping
the phantom sensation
of mother river


© Marianne Paul 2011