Dear Reed Canyon,

Sage CohenSage poetry and prose5 Comments

I circle you as time circles history
first with one dog, then two, then one.

We accept each other’s changes.
The salmon flash through, fighting

for their lives. The nutria are trapped
with apples and sent away.

Your waters rush and pool, rush and pool.
By the stepped rocks, Henry loved to drop his ball

then retrieve it where it bubbled up downstream.
The whole canyon was painted with his joy then.

Today, sun breaks through your canopy and skips
along the surface of things. Morning placid as a poem

not yet traveled, its mirror face undisturbed.
The geese sing their chorus of wings

The toads whisper what toads know.
I walk the perimeter I am allowed where

days before my son was born, a spider
once bit my neck. Spider, weaver of fate.

This is how we are blessed. What hurts us
also heals us. The ancient heron lifts

its improbable wings and enters
the plain welcome of sky.

5 Comments on “Dear Reed Canyon,”

  1. this is so beautiful, sage. with the turning of the seasons, more and more i love these nature-themed and life-affirming themed poems. and i do love your “dear” poems so much.

    i miss you, dear teacher!

  2. I love the canyon painted with Henry’s joy. Ah! And I had the best dog not too long ago whose name was Henry. We loved to play in the creek at Bidwell Park in Chico, CA. His joy and mine were all over that place. Thank you! Beautiful.

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