23
Nov
The Lapping Lake
My thoughts are not
ocean waves,
decisive, strong,
determined.
They are the line
where the lake meets sand
in dishwasher foam
and coffee cake crumbs,
shells wound with seaweed
and dappled pebbles,
each rocking wave
carrying hidden treasure
like my children place trinkets
in my palms and pockets
all day long, quietly calling
in their going out and returning,
“Here we are,
here we are.”
Jenna Brack is a writer and teacher living in Kansas City. She has an M.A. in English and enjoys good coffee, serious conversation, and not-too-serious fiction. Find her on Twitter @jennabrack or Instagram @jennabrackwriting.
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