WILLAMETTE AUGUST, SYDNEY LANDING It is getting toward evening and the light is falling down Green tree lined banks make the river look like an eternal corridor Like one of those classic European architectural tricks Where the road, flanked by tall elegant buildings, Gracefully curves away from the eye and into an unknown possibility. The same here with cottonwoods and Oregon ash Taking the place of anything created with The contrivance of human hands. Infinite and limits on display here at Sydney Landing. If the source has limits The trees' attention on each bank blocking out the land behind tan cliffs Wicked submerged logs The tittering of a rock shelf Amusing so obstinate in the river’s powerful cut If this source is limited, then so are we. If the source is infinite This water, flowing from the sky to here Through another grateful graceful corner then another Until it finally finds its way back up into the sky Which is right now cloudless and other-waterly blue If the source is infinite, then assuredly so are you and I.
Marc Janssen lives in a house with a wife who likes him and a cat who loathes him. Regardless of that turmoil, his poetry can be found scattered around the world in places like Penumbra, Slant, Cirque Journal, Off the Coast and Poetry Salzburg. Janssen also coordinates the Salem Poetry Project, a weekly reading, the annual Salem Poetry Festival, and was a 2020 nominee for Oregon Poet Laureate.