The Housatonic

‘atonic river
so smooth in a nighttime.
It mirroring a long shard of glass,
elegance dancing with the color match,
with the other side of ginning.
A glass that takes the la-la-la
of laughing gas,
startling the shatter
of silent grins amongst matter.
One cannot know
why it matters
or why another would
look away.
Its placidity does not ask much
or for much to say—
only for the eyes to be ears,
for the crackling blood to still,
for the acceptance
of its cut into the soul.
I’ll give it to you Hous’
and for a moment not more.
For you have your bed
and mine sits across our bridge.
Let our turbulence be under it.

Copyright © 2019 Jonathan Oyola

The Housatonic River (HOOS-ə-TON-ik) is a river, approximately 149 miles (240 km) long, in western Massachusetts and western Connecticut in the United States. [Wikipedia]