Souls by Water
by Daniel Lusk
— after a painting by Sally Coppersmith
Out of our view overhead,
clouds like spinnakers.
Stippled lake giving way to shoreline
so there can be a place for these
women and girls in ribboned hats,
ears cocked for the possibility of sounds
the boy, who may have thought
himself the first ever to skip a stone.
As if they had come to remember us
and changed their minds.
Some will think them
the “coast guard” of this lake
with a preference for white.
echo chambers of the spaces
where they stood.