WHY WOULD ANYONE 

WANT TO KNOW THE FUTURE? 

Poem for Today - March 4, 2014

What Harbinger?

Glitter of grey

oarstrokes over

the waveless, dark,

secretive water.

A boat is moving

toward me

slowly, but who

is rowing and what

it brings I can’t

yet see.

© Denis Levertov

in Sands of the Well,

New Directions, 1996

Painting: The Red Rowboat

by Patricia Ackor

Early Morning Mist 

and a single boater

on Hungry Mother Lake,

Virginia