Ark Poem by Sarah Sisson
Ark
The ark of serenity, power and time
seeks refuge on water in a simple design...
...that keeps it a float while the world stays confused.
There are a few blemishes and even bruise.
And out of the corners a puddle, dismay
is tingling there, undisturbed. Has a way...
...of reminding us all that there is a chance
that if we don't work together in this trance...
...of life we wont get to the good stuff at hand
and waters will not dry. No ark can reach land.
Copyright 01-10-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
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5/4/2024 5:07:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
love the way you ended this piece. you are a great writer