Unidentified Boat
by ..
Dawn Macdonald
a goat, a wolf and a cabbage need to cross a river.
the cabbage cannot swim, but that’s
okay, can roll under water.
can breathe beyond atmosphere
goatcabbageandwolf these go together
like peanut butter and anything that comes in contact
with peanut butter
the cabbage is earth, the goat air, the wolf fire.
the river is phlegmatic, the cabbage melancholic
but that’s assback
wards, an assbacked instrument
an undue attribution of intention to a tendency to roll
the wolf, meanwhile, is working on evolving wings.
the goat has eaten everything this side the bank except
of course its scraggy self.
the cabbage has no memory and yet
enclosed in near-spherical enclosure
encapsulates some prior trauma
the river runs perpendicularly to the narrative
the idea of a boundary is an idea
orthogonality isn’t necessarily a choice
Dawn, I did write a comment which disappeared. So …
I love this poem – the conjunction of the goofiness of the crossing the
river conundrum with the weighty language in the two verses near the end
is really fun. And the final verse is wonderful. I am writing about
rivers these days and this image just settles the high-blown stuff that
sometimes emerges right down. Thanks.
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