Two Moccasins Tied Together
          Chautauqua, 2015
          by Lisa Wiley

          Lanky, lean, baptized in newfound freedom,
          they jet ski at their own speed

          beyond the range of our Ray Bans.
          These boys like brothers of the same tribe

          tie our two families together here
          as Lake Chautauqua, the Seneca call it.

          Their open road this 18-mile
          stretch, shaped as

          a bag tied in the middle
          to an osprey flying above.

          Give in to the lake,
          the watercolor sky sings.

          Sundrenched, we heed her call
          tubing outside the wake,

          leaping off yellow rafts, falling
          backward into our own teenage slippers.

PHOTO: “Chautauqua Lake (view from Stow, New York, toward Bemus Point) by Jay Litman.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I wanted the shape of the poem to resemble Lake Chautauqua, narrow in the center like a bag tied in the middle.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Lisa Wiley teaches creative writing, poetry and literature at Erie Community College, North campus in Buffalo, New York. She is the author of two chapbooks My Daughter Wears Her Evil Eye to School (The Writer’s Den, 2015) and Chamber Music (Finishing Line Press, 2013). Her poetry has appeared in Earth’s Daughters, The Healing Muse, Medical Journal of Australia, Mom Egg Review, Rockhurst Review, and Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine among others.

PHOTO: Lisa Wiley with her husband Art Moslow in Bemus Point, New York (July 2015).