Meditation on “The Mississippi” by Ellsworth Kelly
An artist wants people to see what isn’t there;
a poet helps people to see what is there that they haven’t noticed.
—Larry Welo, Printmaker, Painter
Behind that wave,
a bottled note, tossed in at Red Wing,
floating to Goose Island.
Under this crest,
a muskie chases a perch.
Beneath the current
Aunt Esther’s discarded Chesterfield
from the days when she still thought about marriage.
In the shallows
A father and two children wade.
Rounding the bend, beyond the frame,
A coal barge.
Far below in the mud
june bug larvae.
Here on the shore, watching,
fishers from Milwaukee.
On the stark, dark surface,
water from everywhere.
the sun is rising.