Sunday, 14 April 2013

Mirrors by Darrell Petska

The stream through the trees
weaved and pooled about
my boyish reflection: you there,
what shall you become?

A half-lifetime passing
I return to find in place of
arching shade and water's flow
a plant distilling ethanol.

I'm alright with that, I guess.
What are mirrors for, although
once my face in the stream
wore a speckled brown trout.
Darrell Petska, Wisconsin, USA


Crafty Green Poet said...

Darrell Petska's poetry has appeared in Scissors and Spackle, Red River Review, San Pedro River Review, Shot Glass Journal, Curio Poetry and elsewhere. He retired recently after many years as a university engineering editor.

Jacopo Serafinelli said...

Mirrors of the memory...I suppose.
The river flows...and the water change reflection of the present!

Ciao! Jacopo