A big snowy hill
and at its base
a wooden wall
and an open lake
and teetering there
on the wooden edge
in red plastic saucer
is a smallish girl
who to this day
cannot recall
if she fell in
or walked away
but she remembers
how she sat so still
with one side safe
the other in peril.
Oh, I do like this one. The way “that question” in the title stays so open, but the way the poem evokes such a specific memory. The pleasure and peril caught in one simple saucer. Nice.
Ditto, what anon said. (So what’s new, eh?) “Teetering there,” seem how I most typically live my life. And, too, not remembering whether I walked safely away for another day, or fell fully in.
Ah, friend, here we are on the brink together 🙂
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Tuesday, December 23, 2014 at 9:30 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “When You Ask Me that Question, I Remember a Day in Wisconsin”
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