From: "Carol Borzyskowski" <borz@charter.net>

I read your message with great interest. (really!) My town is actually on a sandbar along the Mississippi. We even have a boat house moored in the slough. I am sending along one of my river poems. This was previously published in RagMag. It was in their last issue, and I don’t think I need take responsibility for their closing. I do miss the magazine though; it was one of Minnesota’s premier independents.

Here it is, let me know if you are interested.

Thanks

Carol Borzyskowski

borz@charter.net

carolb@selco.lib.mn.us

Meditation

The only time my heartbeat slows
is on a houseboat in a back channel
floating down the Mississippi.
My thoughts spin out like lines
shoreward to snag waving trees,
anchoring me firmly to this place and time.
Breaths become deep and strong
mixed with green water scents,
cries of shy-pokes, and plops
of snap turtles dropping off their
sunny perches. Transformation
is slow but steady--from city girl
to river woman--and strength flows
through my body in waves.