Hiram Pond


You return with your suitcase,
the backpack left behind
thirty years ago or more.

Head into the forest, far from
the future, back into your past
440 miles from now.

Beyond the cabin,
the small pond beckons and
beyond the ridge, the creek glistens
and whispers, perhaps
remembering your name.
This poem is written in response to a prompt from Miz Quickly, in which we were to think about a phrase that we could add to an already existing poem from this month’s prompts in order to create something new. Since I had only one poem and a half-begun fragment so far, this poem refers to the prompt on prepositions and adds the phrase, “with your suitcase.”


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