Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Their Path



Their Path...

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)


The path, sparsely covered in dried leaves
deceived me. Led me sweetly to the river.

Their screams suddenly I barely hear as
raging torrents carry them swiftly

away. I run to extend
a branch. My scarf. My hand.

"Not strong like a man, I can not
grasp...;"

yet immediately I understand
my danger.

They took these steps.

From where did they fall?
To where were they headed?

What tripped them up, all? I begin to wonder.

Thus I trek madly back to safety,
like thunder calling ahead for help
for their sad blunders.

Leaving behind slippery wanderings,
though through their voices I adhere;

Since from their terrors in me instilled...Fear.