a boat
bringing death
In June, I was in the Olympic Valley, near Lake Tahoe, at the Community of Writers Poetry Program.
The poets arrived on a sunny day. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and thunder rolled over the Sierra Nevada mountains. Hail, sleet, rain, and then snow.
That same day, in that same sudden storm, eight people died when a boat capsized on Lake Tahoe.
In six days in the Valley, I wrote eight poems, including this one.
The source material is here.
Here is how “a boat” rose out of the text.
