Erika Koenig-Workman

Log Jam


I like to see the logs on the river

There they wait sitting orderly

Snuggled up to one another


It feels safe and solemn


I like to watch how they float

Rubbing shoulders roughly

Like logs in a blanket


It is their disposition and form


Push to pull each other

There they patiently meditate

Connected loosely yet free


If the logs pose a threat

The little boat keeps close

Dutifully tackling displacements


In the log jam there is purpose

It is there where problems sort