Leaf Boats

A peaceful creek flows through me,

not babbling despite how much I speak,

its waters every day turning clearer

from the runoff of the mud from yesteryears,

and the leaf tossed from the bridge

by my younger self

comes into view

“racing” still,

but the current is gentle

and the waterway meanders,

and I follow the trickling

barefooted

into my future…

Poem and image ©LauraDenise