Categories
Poetry

The Dock

The dock was fleeting above the ground, carried by the water.

Swift molecules, rubbing together, creating it’s true form, as of now.

I felt so loved. I felt true. I was born.

Photo by Heiner from Pexels

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s