The Personal Space of Norman Milliken « Poetry «
war time
war time
Seneca Lake sinks deep
six hundred feet
or more.
measurements differ.
far from spies’ eyes,
it tested submarines
in World War II.
endless tons of water
washed decks, bulged bulkheads,
and raveled nerves
even without sonar pings
or depth charge thumps.
and I imagine stationed sailors
blue-suited on Geneva sidewalks,
grinning boyish grins at girls
while children sit on hills
to watch periscopes
cut the lake
and slip silent
into cold, dark places.