Joel Weishaus

Walking On Waves

Last night,

the clocks turned back,

everyone’s confused.

This morning,

walking on waves

of the rock garden

a young man’s looking for

the yellow car for sale.

 “Don’t walk there!”

 “Why? What is it?”

 “Water!”

   Everyone’s confused.

© Joel Weishaus

From, Feels Like Home Again: Collected Poems.
Lavender Ink, New Orleans, 2014