Hour 11/ Gumboots

Gumboots

She stands in borrowed gumboots,

Sunk deep in mud

rushing river swelling to her knees

Shaking her head

wishing to be somewhere, anywhere else

Fly fishing, not her choice but she’d lost the toss

Next time she’d win

and choose, something, anything else 

But for now 

mind drifting, under periwinkle sky

she peers up at the skyscraper shaped cloud,

craves the sourdough bread from the city bakery

wonders if she will beat traffic to get to there

before the storefront sign is turned.

6 thoughts on “Hour 11/ Gumboots

  1. “she peers up at the skyscraper shaped cloud,

    craves the sourdough bread from the city bakery

    wonders if she will beat traffic to get to there

    before the storefront sign is turned.”

    The whole poem is terrific but I particularly loved the layers in the above section, how it really conveys how much are mind contains, and how it travels even when we are standing still, somewhere else.

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