In the following poem, Ed Davis captures what hope –– and patience –– can lead to. [Originally published in Time of the Light. Poems by Ed Davis. Main Street Rag, 2013. Reprinted with permission.]

Dewine’s Pond

Dug out last summer during a drought,
the pond had become a bleak earthen pit,
a bomb site, face with a missing eye.
While its bottom got plowed and clawed,
its former feathered tenants waited,
skeptically, perhaps, with an eye toward
migration, though the ducks’ cold blood
yearned for the known water to return.
One fall day, I jogged by after a many-
weeks’ absence and almost missed seeing
green-gleaming water stretching from
bank to bank beneath the gun-blue sky.
Even drought-brown grass stood proud,
containing what had been gone so long.
Formerly displaced geese now rode its sheen
as cleanly as hawks cleave the wind,
as wedded to water as my feet to concrete.

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