I've posted this one about dolphins on JD Mader’s 2minutesgo writing blog on his website, Unemployed Imagination. Head over there to read stories and poems,
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Time drop
It drops, time.
It spreads over, sliding
waves
cascading, blue-grey years,
tears lost
in an unbridled storm.
It separates
and skews in sunlight,
skies
strewn with our own reflections,
pulled into
being when recognised.
Surf lifts
and draws under, piles up over,
watery
mountains rushing to breathe,
descending into
a playground for dolphins,
arched,
deep-diving, waxen curves.
We lose
sight of time. Seek it out anew.
This ticking
loses itself fully submerged.
A lone
swimmer strikes for the horizon,
faint smoke-line drifting beyond oceans.
It’s a
one-way ticket and he lacks the will
for the
return. A white flagged boat drifts,
the sailors’
attention rapt, but the dolphins
riding the
torrent swells have long seen him.
They wait
for when his pace slackens,
a silent warning
that his time is running out.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, February 20, 2021
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