The Green Tricycle: Issue #3: Water: Penny Gerking

Issue 3:
Water
Penny Gerking

Moorings

We met dabbling in the shoals
uncomprehending of the
undertow pulling us down and out
we never guessed how deep the water

Not knowing how to float
we struck out aiming for
a fringe of trees some distant island
imagined harbors. Sometimes

we met, exchanging news always
only the good news. Now
I have grown tired. I hunker
here on this gritty beach

and where are you?

Your straight trajectory has broken
    into small veerings
       swift sideways darts
         sudden circles

In your strong wake clot
    short white messages
       snapshots bursts
         of manic laughter

Adrift directionless
some bob back
to me

Old friend we have lost
our moorings

~Penny Gerking

She enjoys her current occupations as grandmother, retired R.N., library volunteer, writer, and forum moderator. Email.