The Flood

The floods are coming to mark an end to my break –
to dream days in my terraced cabin.
I heed the neighbour’s warnings and move on out,
lingering on wood-slatted patio – watching
the last one leave.

Still time, I think, to step back in –
still time to gather up my things –
my pencils, brushes and notebooks.

Still time to float.

Feet dangling, I sit on patio edge,
dipping my toes into salty-water
waves slapping.

I’m floating.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Inspired by ‘Portraitures & Erasures’ by Chiwan Choi.
Image from Pixabay.com (Creative Commons).