by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Headwaters!

A thousand heads bob like apples

in the vast bucket of the Atlantic

but only one tousled head concerns me

as I watch him frolic in

God's age-old water park

teeter-tottering up,

and slip sliding down

each roller coaster wave as he giggles

shouting joyfully at each hills approach

how deeply enlightening it is to see

one's own miniature creation set afloat

in a vast masterpiece of God's portfolio

Occasionally a passer-by blocks my f

atherly view leaving me praying

and cursing in uni-son till I see

his cherished head sailing high

on a smile bent by the spittle of the

tides endless spews soon enough

he'll run reluctantly back to his

natural habitat into the cotton bedecked

arms of Dad in answer to my beck

and bending finger then towel dried

and coconut scented he'll hold my hand

as we leave behind him

nine hundred and ninety-nine more

heads still bobbing like apples

under the watchful loving eyes

of their families till they too are plucked

by anxious lips opened wide

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