Dune of many steps
runs down to the lake
out to horizon
underneath the wake
chromatic scale hues
twinkle in the sand
fairy microcosm
I held in my hand
to find my true north
I look to my lake
spirituality
awoken, wide awake
Mandela spinning
slideshow carousel
at Formica table
known and loved so well
Here's an old photo
but it's new to me
a fat gawky kid
at home by the sea
silly weird haircut
where long tresses fell
sacrificed to a
god jealous as hell
look at the picture
pretend it's not me
examine closer
now what do I see
just a little girl
unposed candid peek
not photogenic
nor a circus freak
hard to unsee self
without eye of mind
past mental images
so cruel and unkind
I saw different
I saw inside out
Still can't envision
what I was about
wonder what she saw
squint-eyed in the sun
blinded by the night
that made the tears run
In elemental swim
building forts in sand
chatters to herself
in this long-ago land
two missing front teeth
jack-o-lantern smile
chubby cheek chipmunk,
lisp with me awhile?
natter with grandkids
but her I can't reach
funny little sand crab
playing on my beach
I could leave a note
scrawled along the lake
I should warn my girl
of pain and heartbreak
I'll leave her happy
stick writing in sand
grains of tomorrow
falling through her hand
my hand.
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