Gone to Carolina …

Isle of Palms, SC

This is where I wish I was …

Carolina seashore:

Low tide,

Wide berth

Between reality and me.

Yellow vines

Pepper Wild Dunes.

A weathered fence,

Gray and splintered,

Witness to past storms,

Basks today

In peaceful breeze,

And two boys

Kick wakes of their own

In a real-life water color.

Waves speak in memories,

A smile dreams lazily on my lips

Liquid time,

Exactly as it’s supposed to be.

j. rook, 2019