Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved

31

I catch myself in close-up looking into three con-
centric rings.

If they combed the world to find me, covered all my
stomping grounds on land and raked the sea—
(only at longitude seventeen west
    and latitude forty-eight north,
four hundred miles from the Brittany coast
    in the hull of a night-riding voyager,
loitering in the pantry
    spooning pear juice from a tin,
remembering her love for pears,
    and staring at rings in a tin sea,
    would they find me)

Atlantic crossingJuly 1984