Thoreau Upon the Merrimack — POEM

Kayak Prow and D&R Canal in Summer

Kayak Prow and D&R Canal in Summer

Thoreau Upon the Merrimack

it’s 3 p.m. and a Friday

I’m stroking with urgency

within my sleek kayak

upon the placid waters

of the Delaware & Raritan Canal

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they let us out early on Fridays

from profane corporate halls

to honor summer weekends

but I honor Henry Thoreau

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who counted the day lost

when he did not spend several hours

outdoors

sometimes taking to his canoe

for day after endless northern days

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I envy him both boat and brother

time, and strong arms for rowing

upriver all the way

from Concord to Concord

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but most of all, I covet

his finding a “foundation

of an Indian wigwam

— perfect circle, burnt stones

bones of small animals

arrowhead flakes

— here, there, the Indians

must have fished”

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in my life at its best

I row with Thoreau