6th January, 2023

Snapshot

Under the covered bridge

on a half-moon branch born to summer

by the death of a tree, I be. Lost

on the edge of a stream.

Lapping droplets tickle my toes as they dance

lightly, via rocks no longer

willing. Insistent arches trembling.

Little legs and grandiose giggles

delight all those who chance to pass

this way. God becomes a smile.

 

How to capture a moment in mind

of mine, one might propose to ask.

A dream existing. Flash!

And hold it to be true. Only

time keeps floating by. The secret

must lie in drifting and watching things just

go. Should I become the river,

heaven will fill the sea.

Laughing and teasing, playing

hide and go seek with the sun.