Warm June sits upon the river

its sunlight always and all at once

upon the cold, clear water of the river.


You glide on oppositions of temperature

of mountain and basin. Between friction

is a middle that moves downstream easily.


It is the glassy tongue of the river

speaking a vernacular of smooth stones.

It is the midge sprinkled between banks.


What perceives them also moves

between the bars, slipping forward easily

a silent interlocutor, time’s looking glass


what orients itself by arranging groves

of coyote willows on either side of you,

borne along by meltwaters, warmed by June.

R. Charboneau

6 thoughts on “Floating the Truckee

  1. Robert, I like this one. You’re getting closer to finding your voice. Two suggestions: The first bit, Warm June sits upon the river, is a little cliche. The second part of your fist line is much stronger. And maybe personalize “what perceives them” to “I”. Overall, a good poem-paints the picture.

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  2. Wonderful, slippery imagery, Robert. There is something towards the end that eludes me… and I initially thought it was my English failing me again. Until the thought simmered in the back of my mind and I finally realized: it has Wallace Stevens vibes!

    Did you take the photo?

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    1. How impressive! I let you read some Stevens and you’ve already figured out his style and essence. You’re totally right, too. I’ve been working on a paper on Stevens, and his work always seems to rub off on me.
      I didn’t take the photo. It’s from the Truckee River Almanac. It’s a bit blurry, but it captures the feeling I had floating downstream.

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