marion willmott  
Last week, at two o’clock,
a memorial service,
the week before, three o’clock.
Today I’ve gone to the lake,
wind-rippled water shimmering
into the hazy hues
of the Adirondack Mountains.
I swim away from shore
as far as I dare, a dark dot
in blue’s immensity
and dive towards the bottom,
below light filtering down,
seaweed hair streaming,
breast stroke and frog kick
into the womb
of a silent underworld,
until I have to breathe again,
bursting back into the dazzle of day,
gasping, skin tingling, reborn,
as if I’d been on a long journey
and met a wizened old fish-woman
who laughed and took my hand.
Author Bio
I am a visual artist and writer, enjoying both the solitude of the Vermont mountains and a vital 
artistic community.  I enjoy the balance and interaction of both forms of expression. I strive to 
stay present to the mystery we are a part of and deepen the encounter. 
         My work has been published in American Writers Review, Black Fox Literary Magazine, 
Salamander, the Denver Quarterly, The Worchester Review, The Louisville Review, Birmingham 
Arts Journal, Calyx and The Comstock Review, among other journals and anthologies. A poem 
was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by the Worchester Review. 
Turnings, a poetry chapbook, was published by Pudding House Publications in December 2007 
Still Life, Requiem and an Egg, a poetry chapbook, was published by Prolific Press in 2018.