Ice-out by Richard Jordan


This morning two young boys came riding by
my house on bicycles, waving fishing poles,
splashing through fresh puddles from March melt.

I could hear them way down the road: such laughter,
a shout or two, more laughter. Red-wing blackbirds
went silent as the boys sped past, but shortly

started back strong with their check check check,
then a chipmunk shimmied up the feeder post,
the first I’ve seen since well before Thanksgiving.

At the lake, the channel ice has broken. It flows
away through the culvert. Fish hang deep, likely
won’t chase a lure in such frigid water. Still,

the boys came riding, causing a fleeting commotion.
They’ll surely grow someday to understand patience
and these ancient patterns. I pray it’s no time soon.

by Richard Jordan


Editor’s Note: This narrative poem draws the reader into an scene where the loud innocence of a few rowdy boys sits against the clear understanding of how fleeting such a moment truly is.


2 responses to “Ice-out by Richard Jordan”

  1. richardsund Avatar

    Really a poem that captures youth and also youth’s sudden disappearance….so fleeting…I don’t know why time speeds up as we age.Maybe Einstein knew – relativity of space and time. I don’t know.

  2. Bob Bradshaw Avatar
    Bob Bradshaw

    I love the subtlety of this. Terrific poem.

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