walking to work

droplets

 

drawn

 

by the

clouds

 

defying

gravity

 

appear to dance along the water's edge

before they

 

dissipate

 

and

there

in that mist

I walk

 

past the pond

and through the blackberries and roses

so sweet

and

 

across a slatted

bridge

 

that swings

and creaks

 

and falls

as I step

 

and rebounds

 

as I lift

and

on and on

 

I look down

and

see

 

between the slats

of aged wood

 

the maddened creek

red

and running

below

so blue before

and

so blue it

will grow

again

 

in a day or two

 

more

 

the water

 

it darts and

in its rage

it roars

 

but

will

 

again

know submission

 

as it thins

and returns

to

the sea

 

and me?

 

Oh

I step

 

over

this

 

and once again on

the ground

 

I move

toward the gardens and

another

 

day 

 

Reviews

[Jay Harris]

I thoroughly enjoy how specific this is, it's as if I were walking to work with you. Lovely.

[RainQueen]

Sometimes I think the purest poetry is capturing a moment in time, crystallizing it, immortalizing it - No explanation, just a gift. This is one of those poems. From your flow to the form, you take our hands and allow us to accompany you as you sieze this tiny reprieve on your way.

~lovely~

[Chris]

I like what you have to say but I stumble too much following your "path"...
old eyes I guess.