Just begin
at the tall end of a creek.
Cling to the bank.
Chances are,
you’ll come to a shed or
a log, rotten and hollow,
or a junked out Ford,
an upturned boat:
some place to sleep,
catch your breath,
long before you die —
long before you reach the sea.

Image: Jordan Madrid on Unsplash

3 Thoughts

  1. Devon, quite an imaginative piece… one never knows where the spin of the compass will take us. Especially when it’s on magnetic north. An excellent penning!

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