Taken

Terrified, I looked beyond

My ocean, river,

Lake – my pond

 

Tentative, I thought I heard

The high tide lap

‘gainst beach-heads prize

 

The rock jumps from the page.

A vision’s sight

With sty in eye

 

Urbanised, I look away –

‘Scraper, McMansion –

Mortified

 

I reminisce in disbelief

As faith takes me ‘home’

To my northern wind

 

Where the water trickles

When my finger dips in

Your face, your smile

Your laugh, your lips.

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