In-class Ekphrastic Poem
Tranquility
In silent stillness, I am remiss to go further.
Silky algae crawls through my toes,
the gentle brook ebbs and swirls,
eroding the slippery rock where I stand.
Kaylen, barefoot river Goddess,
“How far do you think we can go?”
We could hike for hours,
reach the stream’s genesis.
Yet that foaming waterfall certainly deters us.
Shouldn’t you be in school?
Don’t we have something to do?
No, my new friend, we
will wade for hours,
through the river of tranquility.
