I was fishing in the stream
where the wind was brushing
and combing the reeds —
a gull zipped through sky;
berries were moving in wind;
the sun was emerging from a tent opening —
there was no fear that was not my own.
The stream was interrupted by fallen branches
after centuries of twist-turning over rocks.
There was no shelter under the trees
from noise and memory.
My heart is always restlessly disturbed.
Martin Willitts Jr is a retired Librarian. His poems appeared in Blue Fifth, Centrifugal Eye, Stone Canoe, Kentucky Review, Poppy Road Review, and many others. He has 11 full-length collections including "How to Be Silent" (FutureCycle Press, 2016) and forthcoming "Dylan Thomas and the Writer Shed" (FutureCycle Press, 2017).