The lake looks lovely just before it goes to sleep.
It looks so vulnerable, and so calm,
as though the water knows that by morning
it will be ice, that the sun will no longer see itself
but instead see a cloud that has stopped dead
in the sky and dropped to the ground. And the geese
know surely. Now they are gathering in the shallow end
one more time to plan their different sun.
All Night Last Night
All night last night the wind
was neither too gentle nor too strong.
The wind was just right.
It was just right to make the branches
of the big ash tree outside my window
strike each other in just the right way
to keep me up all night.
It was wooden water dripping from
a leaky wooden faucet into a wooden sink.
J.R. Solonche is the author of Beautiful Day (Deerbrook Editions), Won’t Be Long (Deerbrook Editions), Heart’s Content (chapbook from Five Oaks Press), Invisible (nominated for the Pulitzer Prize by Five Oaks Press), The Black Birch (Kelsay Books), I, Emily Dickinson & Other Found Poems (Deerbrook Editions), In Short Order (Kelsay Books), Tomorrow, Today & Yesterday (Deerbrook Editions), If You Should See Me Walking on the Road (forthcoming in July 2019 from Kelsay Books), and coauthor of Peach Girl: Poems for a Chinese Daughter (Grayson Books). He lives in the Hudson Valley.