Aqualogy
The moment it is born, quite out of sight,
a dolphin seeks the surface of the sea.
And at that moment, meeting air and light,
its life begins-- just as it does for me.
Among the lotus, in a quiet pond,
a crowd of koi in swirling colors play.
And with the singing waterfall beyond,
they seem to mouth the words I want to say.
I cross a bridge each morning at the park.
And standing there, I watch the stream rush on.
The rocks and stones remaining for me mark
the moments that have never really gone.
The raindrops fall in puddles on the street
like beating hearts of friends I’ve yet to meet.
a dolphin seeks the surface of the sea.
And at that moment, meeting air and light,
its life begins-- just as it does for me.
Among the lotus, in a quiet pond,
a crowd of koi in swirling colors play.
And with the singing waterfall beyond,
they seem to mouth the words I want to say.
I cross a bridge each morning at the park.
And standing there, I watch the stream rush on.
The rocks and stones remaining for me mark
the moments that have never really gone.
The raindrops fall in puddles on the street
like beating hearts of friends I’ve yet to meet.
This poem is copyright (©) Alan M Sugar 2024
About the Writer
Alan M Sugar
Alan shares his poetry in Decatur, Georgia where he currently resides. Now retired from teaching special needs children in the public schools of Atlanta, he works as a writing tutor at Perimeter College of Georgia State University. Alan writes many poems, and you can find some of them in the Atlanta Review, The Jewish Literary Journal, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, The Awakenings Review, RFD and … the Dirigible Balloon.
