I WOULD BE A POLLYWOG IN A SILVER SEA
in a silver sea
amidst a land
of thick jasmine,
where rose petals
grow moist at night
in quiet gardens
conceived by passionate women,
and pearls roll out
into sunlight
day by day.
I would wear
iridescent shoes
made of fish skin
to walk along paths
of human milk
and divine honey.
This is the land
of a thankful heart,
where common things
begin to glow.
This is the journey
of yielding
to the silent,
silver flow.
Poem and Image © Blake Steele