My dad’s world lies wide in me

when I go for a walk along the stream

I see the nests of finches waving in the breeze
the river reeds resound with happy togetherness
baby geese swim ploops-ploops ploops-ploops
in the rippling water line of the new spring

now that I'm the one who whistles with the plovers
now that I'm the one grinding shining pebbles
it’s in these days of my solitude
that my dad’s words sing in me again
and the babbling brook brings peace in me

once more

🦋🌿

© Annora Eksteen, 2025