Thursday, December 21, 2017

Wanderer's pond




Feet swing from the knees

Dangling from the fishing dock.



Cast a line

Into the dark water

Where stars swim.



Toes dip into speckled quietude

An ecosystem of breathless relief.



Sideways glance

Toward the pond floor

Where daylight dies.



Look but don’t jump, dear.

Home for now is solid ground.





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