At the end of the jetty.
Where the boats come in. Where the boats go out. At the pile of rocks
that swallows the sun at the end of the day.
At the turn of the trail. At the last dune.
In front of the hot-dog stand. At the door to the pub. By the shanty, the
shipbuilder's yard, the discarded yellow boots, the smashed clam shells.
You thought I'd give in to despair.
But today is today, everywhere I look. And I look everywhere.
Art credit: "Jetty," photograph by Kaidohmaru*, taken at "a Swedish lake" on November 12, 2008 (originally color).
A ray of hope. Short and sweet for today.
ReplyDeleteLove her poems.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteYou thought I'd give in to despair.
ReplyDeleteBut today is today, everywhere I look. And I look everywhere.
Such strength in this. Thank you.