January 31, 2013
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“May Day” by L. S. Klatt
A poem I enjoyed from L. S. Klatt’s poetry collection, Cloud of Ink.
May Day
I am adrift in a burned-out canoe
without a helmsman. It was once a birch
straight & narrow made swift. The planets
revolve behind the blue sky, but I don’t
witness. The news is good. The willow
has waded into the pond, & the purpose
of the pond is outside of me. The bow
of the boat follows the breezes. Light-
years from Zero.
