Postcard From the Left Coast
RICHARD FENWICK

Should you get this note, 
let’s forgive the fact that clerks
in sorting centers from here 
to the east coast have read how 
today was better for me 
once I pushed away from the dock 
and rowed with a single oar 
side-to-side in this leaky skiff, 
bailing small amounts of lake 
back into its watery mystery. 
And let’s forgive how the fog
held me in its wispy arms, layered 
in its long and thin feathers, 
probing me with questions 
of mortality and remission as 
I tried to sit still, far away 
from the snags beside the bank. 
And, if you can, forgive me 
for writing to tell you how today 
will be better once the sun
drags itself across the ridge line, 
and once you call to say 
your doctors in Boston have 
trumpeted out your test results, 
like the single stag elk, just now, 
divulging himself from 
somewhere past the tree line 
along this lonely stretch of shore.










RICHARD FENWICK is a poet and Russian translator who works with Holocaust survivors from the former-Soviet Union. His poetry has been featured in various American and UK journals and quarterlies, and his first collection Around the Sun Without a Sail was published in 2012. Richard lives in Tucson, Arizona.
The Adirondack Review
SPRING 2017