Andrea Potos

Oh to find that still surface,the glide of silk and silence,sun lit along the oars,the…

may there be a listeningrather than a making curiosity over expectation, lightness and ease,no strainingtoward…

This morning it was fluency,the title of a poem I found in a bookI laid…

Sometimes it just stuns youlike an arrow flung from some angel’s wing.Sometimes it hastily scribblesa…