They fantasized
about resting
on ancient oceans’
sticky surfaces,
about finding a path
their feet would recognize
as the way home.
Among the fortunate few
who could forget
the greenness
of yesterday’s grass,
in the end, for this
privilege, they were met
with disdain, scorned
and rebuffed, but
they remained hopeful and
taught their children
to swirl through the world
having vast adventures,
voyages of possibility,
and when they encountered
their own ripples,
swelling like waves
to wash them
clean away, without a trace,
they knew that choosing
this deafening moment
is everything.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Martie Swart/Flickr
