Canal – A Poem

The storm
and a counting of raindrops.

A kind of fantasy
in this eggshell world.

Let it pass
over oak and in shallow pools too

too rich

to appreciate its complex
Oh, but me designing these
simple designs to
a terracotta life.

Kind words seek penance.
Alarmed, the gift of reason
the vanishing byways of a canal
long lost to disrepair.

If a dream then a dream.

But if?