Steve Meador is the author of Throwing Percy from the Cherry Tree, a poetry book that was an entrant for a National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize in poetry. He is widely published in online and print journals. He has been a real estate broker since the early 1980s and currently lives and practices in the Tampa, FL, area.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The zenith sun lays no clue
to which direction the river moves.
Its glacial motion may be flowing
backwards or uphill. Certainty
is nowhere, silence is alive.
Listen. Catfish whiskers tap
the bottom in search of muddy supper.
Hear turtles breathe from rotted logs
or fern spores roll like boulders to the water.
The chopachopachopa of a rotor
is only a dragonfly’s wings as it hovers
above a bustle of reeds.
Watches and calendars are unknown here.
Around the bend, in a small orchard,
Newton watches an apple fall.
Beyond the sycamores to the left
Copernicus tells a crowd that we are not
the center of the universe.
Beneath broad oaks, over a small rise
on the right, Clemens closes his inkwell
and smiles at a stack of papers
before placing them in a leather satchel.
I hope to see him when he comes to soak
his feet in the cool water.