1
Farmer Brown left his field, left it to David and Danny
To follow the creek to where mystery streams
Narrow in the shallows.
A creature scuttles forth, pinching and pleasing.
“What is it?” whispers David.
“A fish, a crawling fish,” says Danny,
Folding on his knees at the bank’s edge
And stretching his hand over the water,
Then hesitating,
Frightened to the pinch but thrilled to the shell,
Thick and calcified.
“Why is it?” his brother whispers,
And Danny dips his fingers in the creek, just an inch,
Enough to glimpse.
2
Danny’s son grasps the playpen frame, strongly pulling up,
Quickly he finds his feet while Danny turns the corner
To grab a rake.
Danny rounds back the corner; his son’s eyes grip the sky,
Full to cloud rollovers
Across autumn’s vast blue ceiling;
Then Danny sees sidewise, his father’s black hair,
An instant, like the crawfish dart.
3
Too quickly, my son, you yearn upward;
I turn the corner, and you’re gone.
Daily Post Prompt Giant: life looms large, yet our human connects and disconnects are fragile, fleeting.
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Loved your poem 🙂
Enjoy your website!
Lovely as always! Welcome back my Storyteller!!
Thanks, Dr. M!
I’m in Georgia and just saw this. I do not have the words, but you do. Heart to heart. Thank you. L, d
Glad you enjoyed it, M. D.
This time of year has such mysteries and truths.
Enjoyed this one! Hope your Holler-Ring is spooktacular
Pretty low key Halloween! Thanks for stopping by!
Folding on his knees at the bank’s edge
Thanks for reading!
Missed you. This is deep and lyrical.. … And your quote up there is a perfect start for the month.
Glad you liked this. Cannot beat Proust! Miss you!
Luscious writing, as usual… where are you on the road to publishing your work?
It’s on hold for now. Learning on the job currently–but will get there down the road. ; )