poetry in motion
between our house and the lake we live on there is a bed of cattails about 100 meters long. we have a boardwalk that cuts through the middle of it so we can access the water. it is the dominant feature of our property. once, while walking down to the lake with a friend, through a tunnel of nine foot cattails waving in the breeze above our heads, the friend exclaimed “this is the most poetic thing i’ve ever seen.” and ever since, when i watch the wind works its way across the bed in waves and swirls, i say to myself “poetry” and think of sarah.
cattails in late october