First tossed by Wind’s whim in early seas and bays,
Man’s constructed transport over ripple and wave
Ports now in subdivision drives or paved harbors.
Then road towed in trailered stasis,
Flatbottomed and V-hulled
Vessels slalom through traffic lights and signs
To their elemental places.
Lake launched, refracting reflected sky,
River drift like willow leaves,
Grasping through fathoms to tether
Life unseen in alien space.
About the Author
A native of the Mississippi Delta, Joshua Quong lives in Oxford, MS where he teaches high school English along with operating a quail hunting and fishing outfit called Little “q” Ranch with his wife Sally.
