Finding Clarity

by Brianna G. Harte

Upon a pier

A man’s legs dangled

Over open water

Whose constant rolls

Crawled toward the shore,

Only telling their stories

Through brushes against the shore,

Rolling over wave after wave.

Successive rings given birth

Below the unmoving shoes

Clash with rolling waves

Coming in gently,

Bringing clear waters

For just one moment

To the dark surface.

Motion begins,

Never to cease like before

As the boards begin to creak

And footprints visit the shore once more.

Copyright ©2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.


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