becoming more

what a good thing to be
young and to call the creek
behind your home ‘brother’
and to be fed by the same

mouth and to spend the most
fragile summer nights wondering
how one becomes mighty
and when — if ever — we learn

how to swim in the bigness
we will eventually become
will we be able to remember
how to make it back home

and in the stretching light
of morning we will feast
together on bright, breathing
yolk and feel a little bit

closer to calling ourselves
strong

William Bortz is a poet from the Midwest. He recently published his second book of poetry, Shards. William loves his wife and coffee — a lot.

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