Sirens are screaming, helicopters wander in circles over the neighborhoods, the wind has picked up, the sun is shining so brightly that we're all squinting inside, the palm trees are bending, Sophie is humming, the boys are squabbling, I'm thinking about dinner and wondering whether it's only in quiet waters that things mirror themselves undistorted.
Yes. When the water goes wild, I'm a different person entirely.
ReplyDeleteThis piece is beautiful art.
Word picture. Fantastic.
ReplyDeleteundistorted but upside down
ReplyDeletewhat'd ya fix for dinner?
If it's not quiet on the surface ya gotta go down deep, right?
ReplyDeletei wonder this, too...
ReplyDeletethis is a vivid haunting poem.
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