On Norway Lake

[Two]

On Norway Lake

 

It is a fine

Line like mono

Filament. I find

It in my sweater

On my shirt.

And it is not mine.

 

Please cling

To me. Falling

Unintended. Floating

Curving in the water

Of my shaving sink

As cathedral tracings.

 

Watching for the long

Sacred threads on my pillow.

Wishing for the tickle

Against my face.

Longing over the telephone

Wire.

 

Is it a spider web?

Traps me and calls

Me home? No.

It is the constant imperceptible

Growing, longer instant

After instant.

 

Then. Now

Shocked at the surprise

Of the surprise like

My big eyes at the new

Buildings in my home

Town after a year away.

 

Or remembering

Micheal's birth when

He tells me to come

To his house in Germany.

Today, as any

Five year old would ask

 

Judy's hair grows

And falls out on my clothes.

[Mira]

Great piece, though I'm confused about the title.

[Two]

I understand how the title could be confusing. I began this poem when I was on a trip. I was staying at a friend’s house on NORWAY LAKE in the U.P. (Upper Peninsula) in Michigan. I was missing Judy, my wife, and I kept finding long strands of her hair in my clothes. It wasn’t a lot of hair but since I was missing her I noticed anything her.

 

“It is a fine

Line like mono

Filament.”

 

I thought these lines conjured up a lake like feel, i.e. fishing lines. And of course I knew the story behind the title so it seemed appropriate. I generally write for a small audience, me and maybe two others, but for a wider audience I will consider a new title.

 

Thanks for reading!

[Mira]

Ok now, I get it. The poem is beautiful.

 

 

Also being a Michigander, I am well aware what UP is

[Parmenion]

I was a bit thrown by the title also. Thoroughly enjoyed this poem Two and knowing the story behind it lends the reader a little more understanding of it

 

Very good, I look forward to more.