Submitted by Joe Barca
I am but water.
The puddle of
last night’s shower.
I live for an hour or two.
Until the sunshine
absorbs me.
I am the ocean
for children in
Wellington boots.
For earthworms.
And for the descent
of errant swallows.
I am pavement’s
liquid memory.
I am a silver mirror.
Reflecting.
About the Poet
Joe has had poetry featured in a book called “Peace Poems” and in a number of online poetry publications including From Whispers to Roars and Selcouth Station Press. He has self-published three short poetry collections. He is a husband, a father, and the owner of a wheaten terrier. He is a fast talker and a slow runner.