Mikaela Castledine #133 Walking Through the Park

In the liquid sun

on the pointillist’s grass

see the triptrap bridge

of coffee rock and old cement

where once upon a time I would

have to toetip to see over

to watch the leaf boats pitch

and hear the pebbling of clear water

Roll down the serpentine path

bow under the dark avenue of trees

detour the muddy ducky hollow

hear the metal playground squeak

Come out again into the liquid sun

tread brightly on the pointillist’s grass

stop on the triptrap bridge

put my fingers in the places

where my fingers once had been

on the coffee rock

and the cement which then

was not so old