There's a glint in the eyes of the man with the lopsided smile.
Brimming hopes and seams
A fireplace, two little girls, parachutes and cliffs,
And by his side
Crinkles, kind, hold mirth
And rugged experience

Standing there you see
A parable of time
And a parallel of tide
Light at the far end of the tunnel of life.
Yet,
Which end?

Smiling,
Half shadow, half light,
In their own harpooned off
Crevice of isle
They leave the jade and turquoise out
Behind wires and cones
Unknowing of what the forest holds for the people in it
Unknowing of the lone rocks crashing white water
Lost whales and odd palm fronds.

There's hope in the eyes of the man with the lopsided smile.
And mirth in his dad beside him.

12.09.2019