Words walk humbly

Words walk humbly,

offering themselves in place

of their letters, protected

from erasure or white-out.

I pick up a word, carelessly

dropped and disregarded;

in my hand it feels smooth

and cool, live a river stone.

Words spill from my hands,

cascading into streams and flows

of other words, others’ words,

joining wet stones on the sand,

slowly eroded by waves, and rain.

I pick up words on the sand and

send them skipping across waves,

edging into ocean’s surface sheen,

reflecting glimpses of sun’s light

slicing the day.

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Photograph by Fran Hogan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.