By the creek …

By the length of the creek
The water splashes
A boat sputters its way
The black reflects the light
As I stride
By the edge as I take a rest
The glistening dark beckons
‘Come to me’
‘Come to me’
A plane suddenly flashes above
Another boat chugs by
Eerily I step back
Back to my stride

Dusty Streets…

The same ol’ narrow streets
Guitar in the background
Layers of mud piercing my pores
As I walk
And attempt to connect
With Me