Kathy's Poem

Water and Ash

We choose to be strewn
Over two bodies of water
Father's over Crawford
His favorite fishing spot
Mine, through the narrows
Of Spring River Lake
The place welcomes me
in whispers
As I stroke it with my paddle,
Budge it with my breast.
Soon, we'll swim with the fish
Cry with the loons, seeing stars
From the surface and put them
In our watery pockets.