Friday, December 16, 2011

Poetry Friday

I haven’t done one of these in forever, but Carrie Mesrobian sent me this extraordinary poem by Michael Hettich, more suitable to the opposite side of the year, but moving none the less.

This girl I hardly knew, taller than I was
and skinny, who made us boys
puff ourselves up and show off how far
we could throw rocks, or how many times
we could skip stones across the choppy water;
this awkward kid I’d never really spoken to
asked me one afternoon to swim across the lake with her.
We were sitting on the dock. It was chilly, but I said
I would do it, though the other side was hazy — almost
out of sight — and it would take us until dark
to make it there and back. So we dove in and started off…

Read the rest at The Sun Magazine.