Scaling Radnor Lake

The first time I saw it I knew myself,

a bluegill skimming limestone and silt,

moody as elegy. I dredge the lake, sift

memory for the overture, the shoal and shelf

of Radnor — no sign of introduction, as if

we were never not acquainted, no hint

of the boots I must have doffed, hurried footprints,

mud, pondweed, the deep wading in.

Sequestered from the city, this refuge is rhythm-

kinship: larkspur, yarrow, and phlox, otter

and owl, heron’s hush, ostinato of water

and bank, turtle’s groan, dragonfly’s thrum.

A fusty bluegill feeding, resting in shale

and muck, the trebled wind, glissando of scales.



Image: Bluegill, by Melissa McMasters licensed under CC 2.0.

Annette Sisson
Latest posts by Annette Sisson (see all)


Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.