Soaked in Louisiana sun, I sit on the unsteady shore—
rocks slope to the bank of the Mississippi,
harbour broken beer bottles and remnants of Bourbon Street.
Barefoot, skirting trash and cigarette butts, I
slid and tumbled and tripped
down to settle on a damp slick stone,
linen trousers rolled up to the knee. William waits
on the grassy lawn above:
manicured, clean, a different dimension
than this fishy river that sweeps over my feet:
cold and unclean, but it washes away
the grit of the French Quarter and leaves me naked
to sit here and watch the ferry boats as
Southern summer burns my hair into gold
and I search for river rafts.
Laura Becherer is a doctoral student in the University of Glasgow’s Creative Writing program. She is from Wisconsin, USA and writes primarily fiction and creative non-fiction about women’s experiences. She writes: 'I am newer at writing poetry and tend to use it to focus on my small, everyday feelings that I feel feature better as a snippet of thought versus a longer piece.' She lives in Glasgow with her two American cats.