Prick of the Spindle: Poetry: Rees: Squam Lake

Squam Lake
by Paul Rees

It was a rescue mission
that brought us back
twice in one day.
The ice cracked and moaned
as you shuffled out
onto its snowy surface.
You went
because you were lighter.
I never told you
I was too afraid.
You made it back safely,
and in celebration we yelled
to the pair on the other side
of the lake;
our equals. And
when we couldn’t yell anymore
we sat on the ice,
our echoes watching us
silently.

Paul Rees is a Creative Writing major at the University of Maine in Farmington. He enjoys sitting in silence for long amounts of time, but even a five-minute car ride without music in the background is painful. This is his first published poem.