Assemblage of the Incognito Porch
In these parts dead forests run to the center dry
Bed rocks ring hollow in deep basins opened wide
Water no longer meets the cabin door
Since the lake became emptied by some force
Irrigation comes at a cost
The lake had to disappear of course
Drained under some false pretense
Someones profit for what its worth
Farmers upstream blocked the rivers entrance
Tributaries became empty, ended at the source
Gone with nothing more
Woods grow old before their time
Roots shrink from thirst and heat
Water stops at the edge to center
Evaporates, starting at the shore
Assemblage of the porch goes on
Quietly green birds cry out in pain
Parched land remains, fish die
Killed but not forgotten
Wild ducks and hunter owls departed
Hard work goes on as is expected
As required, the cabin stands alone
In isolation, with what is left of sanity
Metal tools are needed in this instance
To build an entrance, an extension to the soul
By mid day the steps are laid
Floor boards set to hold a rocking chair
Thick copper nails drive home a point
By the bearded man in dark sunglasses
Hiding under a sombrero afternoon
Somber hammering echos out hollow sounds
Over the rock beds that once held water high
Continues under a scorching sun that follows
At evening when work is finished, sleep steps in
Oceans assemble by the completed cabin porch
In a dream, rise to the level of the door once more
Evaporates by morning, disguised as tidal forces
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2017
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