You know how it is, the way we do laps,
we all defect
to the deep end we pushed off from; would
it surprise you
if our grandparents had been told
to do the same
back when we may have had even more
ferment and rain
than buffets us now? As it happens, the swamp
we were to drain
depends upon a pool that’s lost its
to reflect; was it this way
before you and I swam ashore?
Recent work by Bruce Robinson appears or is forthcoming in Seventh Quarry, Pangyrus, Résonance, The Menteur, Main Street Rag, Connecticut River Review, Maintenant, Evening Street Review, and Shot Glass.
Photo by ADTeasdale/Flickr.