George Witte

An Open Letter

There's something to be said
for sitting still and letting things come clear,
the way morning fog burns off the lake.

A friend writes: enlisted
in the Air Force, put on weight and saw the world
you missed.I'm content
to wait on what drops by
or swoops in for a closer view.
My doors are open wide, windows propped
so wind feels free
to flip through my mail, discarding
bills and funeral notices,
scattering pale
handwritten pages on the lawn for everyone
to read.A wedding invitation
went to buttress an oriole nest;
one man passing on the road nearby
pulled over, furtively stuffed a single
sheet in his back pocket, then drove along;
and the last I saw
my friend's letter held its own
with the wind, lightly at tree level
like the jet he flies far
and high away from here.

There's something to be said, and something else
to be kept quiet and cool:
the lake at dawn, before the fog burns off.

From The Apparitioners (Three Rail Press,2005)

Topic(s) of this poem: lakes, nature, solitude

Poem Submitted: Friday, December 6, 2019

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