“Daydreams,” New Era, May 2004, 51


Calloused, brown bare feet

brush the weatherworn softness of the dock.

Years of storm and sun

have velvetized this manmade trail of wood.

Sitting, shoes beside me,

I skim the tips of my toes

over the cold, glass clearness of the water.

A warm breeze carries me gently from my

dreamless day …

Now, here I sit,

dangling my feet over the edge,

the feathery breeze

whispers through my toes

and tickles the backs of my knees.

A white bird flew past,

brushing the tips of its wings across my cheek.

That was a memory,

sparked by the high, crystal blueness of the sky.

Its rays burn fiercely,

cooling on the long journey from heaven to earth.

The warmth of my sun-drenched face

has been given the essence

of summertimes long since past and nonexistent.

Photo of the Month by Lane V. Erickson