Baisley Pond, 2009
Father as the miracle. Father as the present
disciple. Father who kneeled at the edge
of every pond before testing his step.
My vocation was of dare, to be inside
the pond I broke through that winter.
My hands, drenched and blue as Gulliver
trout. What I could feel, grasping at strands
of him as I found them. River furrows
sheathing what he’d never seen, the season
still too early. After that, we could never tell
which surfaces were safest to touch, which might
fill our boots with a thrill so numbing
we could never unlearn it.
Peter LaBerge is an undergraduate student at the University of Pennsylvania. His recent poetry appears or will appear in Beloit Poetry Journal, PANK, Best New Poets 2014, DIAGRAM, and Indiana Review, among others. He is the co-editor of Poets on Growth (Math Paper Press, 2015), and the Founder & Editor-in-Chief of The Adroit Journal. His debut chapbook, Hook, is forthcoming from Sibling Rivalry Press.