Herman

A poem about a trip to Herman Park.

HERMAN

I sat beneath the willows
To watch the water ripple
And turned at the sound
Of a duck in the grass
Then much to my surprise
Eight pairs of little eyes
Followed her out of the wood

I started toward the smell
Of a pretty wild flower
And stopped at the sight
Of a bee, it’s lover
As though plucking it’s beauty
Would wholly undo me
I pulled back my eyes to release their grasp

When a reed bent my way
My fingers betrayed me
I knew that love
Was in the reed’s touch
And I took home a power
Born of that needful hour
When creation itself was enough