In the pool that was my life
I became a stone
sinking to the quiet bottom
where I nestled among other
stationary things that had
collected over years
I still feel remnants of the
comforting moss
that learned to grow
in my crevices along
margins in
stillness
—Karen Haley
JUDGE’S COMMENTS:
Poem is crisp. Language flows. The whole moves toward a transformation at the end. Ending stays with us.