Today's poem is by Tricia Knoll

Walking on Water
       

Wait for ice to paralyze
the pond, for the crackling
thinness to thicken
so the under-water moans.

Scuffle through rice-snow
where slush went solid
around someone else's boot.
Hike around the hockey rink
and the men and children ice fishing
beside coolers of beer and chips.

Let the lake lure you
away from the eyes of cabins,
from smoke signals
fanning from chimneys.
January's water strider,
as small as the lake makes you
hidden in a hooded coat.

Copyright © 2025 Tricia Knoll All rights reserved
from Wild Apples
Fernwood Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission