- Walking Water
Inside us the oceansways like a cradlein which we rock rock
and are drawn like the tideto the moon twice a daywe carry our water and it carries us
we are a good pail with legsfoot by foot on the turningmountain of the world
water walking on the prairiewalking water on the roadup the stairs through a door
where the view rushes out of usthrough the window to the woodsrushing water in the desert
rushing water in this chairand that one you’re inwater walking
and what is solid is not at allwhat we thought the rockworn away by the rocking [End Page 132]
Wyatt Townley was the Poet Laureate of Kansas (2013–2015). A former dancer and a yoga teacher, she lives at the intersection of poetry and poetry-in-motion. Her poems have been read by Garrison Keillor on NPR, featured in Ted Kooser’s syndicated column, and published in journals including the Paris Review, North American Review, and the Yale Review. Her latest book is The Afterlives of Trees. Visit www.wyatttownley.com.