Back on Track

I watched my little boy leave tracks along the sand.
The waves and depth were telling him to swallow sound,
to size the obscure sea, to search, to understand
the constant ebb and flow of all things lost and found.


The waves and depth were telling him to swallow sound.
He mutely made his way to unfamiliar land.
The constant ebb and flow of all things lost and found
began to grasp the fingers of his empty hand.


He mutely made his way to unfamiliar land.
My shadow echoed him, then keenly turned around,
began to grasp the fingers of his empty hand.
I pulled to make him stay on soft but solid ground.


My shadow echoed him then keenly turned around
to size the obscure sea, to search, to understand.
I pulled to make him stay on soft but solid ground.
I watched my little boy leave tracks along the sand.


copyright 2010, Peggy Putnam Owen

I wrote this poem last year. It was inspired by the photo in the previous posting. The pantoum is a form of verse that uses repeating lines throughout the poem. Writing is therapeutic. I'm not out to win any prizes!