31 October 2021
By Philip Kuepper
Inconceivably, a leaf
set him to thinking
of the shell he rowed,
when still a boy,
the leaf floating past him
as he stood looking at the river,
a leaf facing up,
like the open palm of a hand,
inviting him, he thought,
to imagine it a shell
to be rowed.
He rowed it with his mind.
(13 October 2021)