No way through the obstacle my path lost living in my mind a black flood of unknown depth misleading truths sequestered beneath a rippling grey reflection dressed in the illusion of reversal.
Afraid to break the image wary of the consequence fear that my steps forward would drown me in unknown not knowing what lay hidden in watery barrier of seclusion.
Watching the falling leaves tumble through sodden air willing victims submit to gravity listening to the noisy tumults of the river obese from rain foamed brown churning chaos .
The mirror was momentarily broken by wind that showered golden leaves in the fleeting crack reality revealed black asphalt beneath the shallow water emboldened by waves of my making I stepped forward to walk a new path.
Ciaran Burke
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Ciaran Burke
Social entrepreneur, horticulturist, educator. Photographer, poet, artist and not a bad cook either!
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