Noah’s Cottage by Marie-Andree Auclair

I soft-paddle the canoe
on the new lake
where the lawn used to grow.
I see the river flow
grey and patient
then the cottage
moving away
our cottage
with our family memories
attached to its walls, tucked on shelves
nestled in the sofa we dreamt on
after we played the underwater garden.

I sit quietly in the canoe
watch the cottage
square barge
absorbed by the river.

The clouds come in
I paddle to the edge
of the rural road
moor the canoe to a road sign.