Poetry

Holy Water

Moss on earthen dam squeezed between my toes Ponds and lakes break in these dark forests Dams rise — mounds of earth Cathedral of open sky calls loon, bear, and moose Doe sips water, raises her head, checking the danger She contemplates On what does she focus? Over what does she meditate in this pool of holy water? What wisdom fails me beneath silver and blue as I watch in silence?

I’m the author of the novel At the End of the World and the poetry collection An Important Sky. My short fiction and poetry have appeared in Translunar Travelers Lounge, Star*Line, and others. I’m also co-host of The Time is Right: Living a Creative Life podcast. You can learn more at kevinjfellows.com