Breaking The Surface

In the morning home is an iffy place
under lowset clouds and droplets of rain
ramshackle construction. Destruction
looms, certain. Still, I partake. Construction

falters where unacknowledged fear resides
rooted in separation premises,
the greedy colleague of hopeless despair.
They spread their wares, grisly and barely there

though the media blares dire messages,
portrays the bowing, cowed, kneeling masses.
I go outside, surprise an osprey’s soar,
a snake, four big bass swimming to the shore

and see how expectations limit me.
Imagination duly freed, I leap
barefoot across the mushroom-filled wet lawn
greeting the filtered sun’s hope-beams of dawn.

Two orioles expound, bright orange scolds
and I look up, behold the fiery golds.
As sun lifts misperceptions from the haze
a grass-fed koi bursts up, the surface breaks.

Inspired by: Ramshackle, Colleague, Partake and Premise.

And all of the divine messengers gathered near the water this morning, first the grass-fed koi breaking the surface:

And then a dragonfly who wanted to be in the photo:

And this snake swimming across the bay.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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