Wednesday 24 July 2013

Walking on Rocks

For a moment,
I recalled wading
on the rocks
beyond the lily pads,
that ringed the edge of Hawkeye Lake,

looking down at my funny feet
morphing comically
below the water -

happy -

with my-best-friend-forever
walking with me, in squeals
of plopping slip-sliding steps -

without a care in the world.

Without a clue:
that life could take away

bitterly, take away -
that which it bestowed so freely

in the glory of youth.

photo:  Walking on Rocks - W. Bourke

© 2013 Wendy Bourke

2 comments:

  1. By the time I got to "funny feet," I really smiled. Then later ... the shocking but oh-so-true ending! I like how you're so lighthearted and casual, then BAM.

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