Canoe
Based on Spool Bed by Andrew Wyeth (1947)
Slice of red canoe on the day spring woke with rainy coos and the gray that enveloped the contours of a yard could not smooth cathedral edges of the white pine nor stop the light from creeping its squares up the morning stairs, where Wyeth’s sepia beams creak though. So, it seems right, after all, to leave the bed with its heaping warmth to don plastic shoes and take up the paddle, to courage into the tipsy day and slide around coffee’s corner to see what the next stroke brings.
About the Poet:
Sarah Wyman lives in the Hudson Valley where she writes and teaches about literature and the visual art. She co-facilitates the Sustainability Faculty Learning Community at SUNY New Paltz and teaches poetry workshops at Shawangunk Prison. Her poetry has appeared in aaduna, Mudfish, Ekphrasis, San Pedro River Review, Potomac Review, Lightwood, Heron Clan XI, A Slant of Light: Contemporary Women Poets of the Hudson Valley, and other venues. Two books as well: Sighted Stones (FLP 2018) and Fried Goldfinch (Codhill 2021).