Saturday, July 22, 2017

Another Found Poem--Gould's Sugar House


Gould’s Sugar House

I wait for Kate my therapist
Now long-time friend
To join me for brunch
At Gould’s Sugar House
On Route 2 historic Mohawk Trail
This peculiar cusp of no-winter
Early spring day when hardly any sap
Will flo -- for you see it takes freezing nights
And warm days to make the sap flow
There in the rustic barn above the
Sugar house for a contemplative moment
I see all the people before me
The music of the din of restaurant
Noises, sips of coffee,
Contentment in anticipation of 
Pancakes, waffles, corn fritters
Each in their own vision of reality
Not touching yet together seeking
The taste of that sap

With its sugar of sweetness