“Water, water everywhere,
and not a drop to drink.”
— Poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1798)

Why is it,
that we search for beauty and serenity
four thousand miles from home
when we could have found their shiny pebbles playing
in our own back yard?

Yes, exploration is a quintessential joy
and yearning
but there is also beauty
in every blade of purple grass
every crimson petal
every fleeting moment
waiting to be plucked
from outside the upheaval of the front door.

© Connie Song 2022. All Rights Reserved.

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An enchanted square

a painting of a couple under an umbrella, surrounded by streetlamps, the background is in rainbow colors
AI art, created with NightCafe Creator.

Seek no incantation from volumes arcane
nor talisman from within long-hidden tomb
while a more vernacular magic abounds
intrinsic to the fabric of the mundane
like burlap interwoven with argent thread.
The sky’s spectral celebration after rain
would gain no greater mojo from octarine.
True love is more transformative than wolfsbane.
I would sooner ride a back road…

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