Ginny Lowe Connors: "Hosanna"

I wonder if the children in the rowboat

will remember this particular morning,

the lake restlessly turning over

a thousand scintillating points of light

except for one calm, mirror-like swathe

through which the man rows calmly,

his boy and girl looking out

from the prow of the wooden boat,

while all around them little flames

move across the lake, never arriving

anywhere except into this moment

which seems to me closer to heaven

than any other thing that man or god

might possibly contrive.

 
"Hosanna" by Ginny Lowe Connors. Text as posted on Your Daily Poem (12/01/13). © Ginny Lowe Connors. Reprinted by permission of the poet. Also see the poet's two collections of poetry: Barbarians in the Kitchen and The Unparalleled Beauty of a Crooked Line, both published by Antrim House.

Art credit: "Sun Sparkling on Blue Waters," photographic print by BeneathNorthernSkies.