by Jeff Eyssallenne

A lazy lake under wandering ripples

A breeze that startles the grass

Faraway screams from happy children
Rhythmic rushes from cars passing nearby
Busy birds calling to each other

A rock plopping into the lake
makes me open a reluctant eye to see
A young boy
A curious child

His chubby fingers digging in the dirt
quietly, clumsily.

I’ve done that
I was that boy
too many years ago.

I closed my eyes again
and tried to see
why we were there.
the lake,
the boy.

Time had the answer, but wasn’t telling.
The lake hugged me and told me not to think about it.
I drifted away through a cloud. I watched the boy from above. He walked away.

I never went back. But he will.


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