Voices on the Wind
Walking in Wisconsin
With two lines from Raymond Carver
by Wilda Morris
The stuff I live with everyday
goes with me to the woods.
I tell my mind to turn off. Change
the channel. Delete. What
I’ve tramped on in order to stay alive
refuses to lie still. It jumps
from behind a tree, flutters in front
of me like falling leaves.
I climb down the steps to the beach.
Dolomite, bright in the sun.
My unbidden thoughts follow a wave
till it crests. White. Then crashes
into blue. My mind rides
the water. A new wave gathers
what I wanted dropped. Drowned.
Thrown aside. Two mergansers float
toward me. Show me how to trust my life
to fresh air. To moving water.
For a few moments.
* Italicized lines are from Raymond Carver,
“This Morning,” in All of Us: The Collected Poems. p. 141.