Not Even a Footstep

The water wilderness yearns to be wild, no more.


The streets: gone

once flooded with us, 

not the stream


The dam: gone

once a force against,

turns to swim with the current


My rock at the edge of bank: gone, gone, and gone again

once my stepping, sitting, skipping stone

I grew alongside


While rocks don't grow they age


Not even a footstep 

Could rupture these rapids. 

Posted in response to the challenge Flood.



15 years old

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