Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Ocean

A sea of blue eyes crash over me, urging me ashore.

I want to ask, above the roar, "Can't you see that I was floating alone, trying to be brilliant?"

They smile, a brilliance of their own. "Mama, please," they say!

I swim through apple juice and kisses and an ocean of books,
all
read
before.

Night falls, and I find myself washed up for the day.

Maybe, I'll be brilliant tomorrow...

2 comments:

moderndomesticmama said...

Eloquent, concise, beautiful.

latisha said...

...and you didn't know it.

well done!