Otter Obsession

Otter Obsession I

(desire)

this has become my ritual

to go to the water

looking for otters

driving to the river bridges

staring into black winter water

scanning frozen banks for one brief glimpse

of that thick muscled sleeve darting in the current

~Karen Forbes

It's true. It's an obsession. This is the first of five poems I have in the Otter Obsession series. Over the next few days I'll be adding a sixth because today in the bright light of the late morning the river gave us the otters you see in the picture. Right in front of our canoe and if you ask me where I'll just say, you know, the river.

Peace and otters,

Karen