Trying to Cross the Street

A delicate summer evenings dream,

A small child trying to cross the street,

Flooded by rain, the previous day.

Water rippling up the concrete curb,

Tiny waves in a model sea,

An ocean of dark, murky water.

A lone dry leaf came floating by,

Hugging the curb like a Viking ship,

Hugged the coastline of an ancient shore,

On a long forgotten night.

Bleary brightness hung over the surf,

And one brief moment, only God could have,

Watching over the tiny ship, floating into the mist.                        

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

this is a beautiful piece of work

it's a shame that no one's been by to leave a comment