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How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka

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By Grace, I'm a follower of Christ. By day, I'm a recently retired school administrator; by night (and always), I'm a husband and father (and now a grandfather); and by week's end, I sometimes find myself writing or reading in this space. Feel free to join in the dialogue.

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

"No Splash": A Screensaver Sonnet

 

Traipsing down a path that each day seems

the same, he came upon a sight he'd never seen:

the swimming hole of all his boyhood dreams.

Could it be real? This place he’d never been

but forever yearned to be?  He rubbed his eyes

and filled his lungs with the misty air

that vanished in the warm sunrise.

A stone's throw away, a waterfall washed care

and stress from a cliff to a rippling pool,

and though he was not dressed

to swim, he dove headlong toward the cool

fount like an arrow, but his finger pressed

the button by mistake… and POOF! it was gone.

No splash as he stared at his email inbox with a yawn.

© April 22, 2021

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