Alan Ingranazzio

Rookie (3 May 1966 / Russia, Siberia)

Islet - Poem by Alan Ingranazzio

When a tiny, modest yacht
Slides on calm lake water
I see my reflection in shining
Lake and forget any bother.
I often did it, being young.
Today I am doing
It again though my cloudy days
Have come and we have turned gray.
We moored not once at islet
That looked untouched
With little sandy bank, a glade
And bosk of old pines
And I was charmed.
All this was new to me as always
I never dreamed of it, just felt it near.
Two whims of nature,
Born in neglected land
We were, but to this day unchanged
Just you remained.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

From my youth.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 18, 2013

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