Thomas Walker
30 poems
01/26/2024 00:00h
The mud is the first sign
ugly and true and cold
the mud is spring before spring knows it
i walked through the field
anyway
my boots disagree
12/15/2023 00:00h
The tide pool has its own rules
everything waiting for the tide to tell it what to do
the anemone doesn't rush
i sat there an hour
before i realized i was holding my breath
11/28/2023 00:00h
i came back to the same campsite
after twelve years
the trees were taller
and the fire pit was someone else's rocks
everything returns to something
but not to itself
10/21/2023 00:00h
nothing in the field but brown stalks
and frost
and two crows
looking for whatever crows look for
it's enough
this is a complete scene
09/29/2023 00:00h
The lake is lower every summer
the ring of pale rock
tells the story
without any help
we still sit by it
like nothing has changed
08/17/2023 00:00h
The glacier is smaller this year
than last year
than the year before
i have pictures from thirty years ago
and the comparison is hard to look at
but i keep looking
07/08/2023 00:00h
In october the birds get practical
south is south
no ceremony no goodbye
just the decision
and then the going
05/30/2023 00:00h
The trees here were old before anyone
was writing anything down
they don't care about that
they just kept being trees
and we called that survival
04/25/2023 00:00h
High tide covers the footprints
makes the beach new again
temporary, sure
but clean
i've been thinking about clean starts
the tide makes them look easy
03/12/2023 00:00h
The river doesn't care what day it is
doesn't mark its own seasons
it rises and it goes
without ceremony
i've been watching rivers for years
trying to learn this
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