(no subject)
i remember, long ago
when i lay by the creek, fingertips
trailing languid, stirring
small ripples in the cool still glass.
leaves above me, leaves below,
and silent and still, the
dragonflies danced on
my bare skin.
i remember, long ago
the earthy scent of the woods
that crept secretly into my clothing,
calling to me as i slept.
they damned the creek
with silt and stone, the
muddy wasteland stripped of green
to make way for cable TV.
now when i go back
my creek is a pit of mud,
broken and contorted, and
no longer mine.
when i lay by the creek, fingertips
trailing languid, stirring
small ripples in the cool still glass.
leaves above me, leaves below,
and silent and still, the
dragonflies danced on
my bare skin.
i remember, long ago
the earthy scent of the woods
that crept secretly into my clothing,
calling to me as i slept.
they damned the creek
with silt and stone, the
muddy wasteland stripped of green
to make way for cable TV.
now when i go back
my creek is a pit of mud,
broken and contorted, and
no longer mine.