It's Still Life

You laugh as if
a cool sweep of sea
has touched your feet,
touched your toes
white as snowdrops.

In your wonderfully wide eyes,
cool grass on a summer day
is a miracle done.

What will your first word be:
some sound no one
will comprehend until a tide
of liquid laughter
ripples beyond babble.

A child’s laughter is
treasure in the sand.
Summer sun bends down
on you lightly,

and for all your years,
your garden will grow faces
with roses
and black-eyed jewels
with petals.

And in an instant,
you will be up and running
… away from me.

Written for Ink in Thirds, One Hundred Word Wednesday photo prompt. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.

For the visually impaired: a close-up photograph, primarily in shades of gray, with a somber and intimate feel. It focuses on a child’s foot, partially visible beneath the edge of a draped cloth, resting on what appears to be rough, uneven ground.