Minnows 2

Whatever the cost I pay up at the minnow pools.

I don’t know anything of the misery of these trapped fish,

or the failure of the marsh I’m so hidden.

Up above is the island with its few houses facing

the ocean God walks with anyone there. I often

slosh through the low tide to a sister

unattached to causeways.

It’s where deer mate then lead their young

by my house to fields, again up above me.

Pray for me. Like myself be lost.

An amulet under your chest, a green sign of the first

rose you ever saw, the first shore.

Then I wash my horse, dogs, me behind the barn.

Only the narrow way leads home.