Holy Space of Day
Lake Pontchartrain— a view from the 24-mile bridge
The bridge slices across
lake water like a dull knife.
Sky and water an open oyster,
soft gray, pearlescent.
Only the ruffled edge
hints at where oyster ends
and shell begins. I ride
the edge of the knife,
my thoughts shucked loose,
wandering into clouds
with the birds. Terns
and pelicans perch silently
on the roofs of utility sheds
watching the gray water
for signs of fish.
I’m inside an oyster shell—
a sacred place,
a dive into the holy space
of things, a chance to find
what nourishes me
inside the shimmering light.
Debora Tremont pursues a daily poetry practice, exploring memories, time, the beauty of daily life, and the adventure of aging. She lives on the Northshore of Lake Pontchartrain, an hour from New Orleans. Debora loves engaging with other poets on the art and craft of poetry. Her poems have been published at Silver Birch, Braided Way, and Humana Obscura. She earned an honorable mention in Concrete Wolf’s 2025 Chapbook contest.
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