“Sometimes on a River” by Henry Lyman

We drift toward a stillness that holds

one moment to the next, as the river does

itself and does even the air. May things

be slow, thus, always, let them spread

their surfaces outward into time until

there is no forward or back, or time

at all, until the river’s mirror is all

there is of us and we are on the way

toward nowhere but here, leaves circling

in on themselves in the midst of their days.

Henry Lyman photoHenry Lyman’s poems and translations have appeared in The Nation, New England Watershed, The New York Times, Poetry, and in two books published by The Elizabeth Press. He edited Robert Francis’s posthumous collection Late Fire, Late Snow as well as After Frost, an anthology of poetry from New England, and coedited Open Field, poems from the Northampton workshop Group 18.  From 1976 to 1994 he hosted and produced Poems to a Listener, a nationally distributed radio series of readings and conversation with poets. He lives in Northampton, Massachusetts.