By Maya Rawitch
I’m constantly in motion
The floaters in my eye orchestrate
my gentle pacing.
I keep time with the lap lap lapping of water against an eroded shoreline in wartime.
My piece of mind focuses into 20/20
visual clarity when I am moving my body.
I don’t need music,
my legs are used to being the chauffeur
that carries me on endless walks around the stream that caresses the
hearts of every tree whose roots provide scaffolding for divers waiting to
jump into the lake during day break without breaking the daydreams that
make life bearable and daily tasks manageable when dusk cracks her
enzymatic thrust and leaves lightning bolts out on the lawn.
The bridge at Lake Siskiyou is too tall to even consider housing a tree stump in its wake.
I find the nearest dumping ground for worn out thoughts and brazen laughter.
I pick a pile of pennies from the water fountain and pocket
Maya Rawitch is an early 20 something poet and aspiring published author who enjoys getting swet at the lake, tromping through the woods during summertime, and cozying up next to the cats at the Humane Society.
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