Flooding

Last week, you and I went together

Down the path to investigate.

We saw a river. A permanent feature

Strewn with logs. We saw wrong.  

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It was flooding in the tunnel.

Here, others had lain

Sticks, logs, a broken baby stroller,

Reflections across the surface.  

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I tried to continue the journey

Laughing, I wobbled along a log

But ended up with a soggy trainer.

I retreated. Never fear:  

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I’ll try again a different day.

Yesterday, I sent you another image

Yourself as a baby. You messaged back

“I look scary.” I am reassured:  

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There are phases in these lives we live

I trust the floods will recede.

In fact, I don’t even recognize you

As that baby. Not anymore.