Day 16, write a touch poem. August, it’s a mood.

AUGUST

Escaping heat.

In the pond,

Up to my chin.

Trying to stand

As still as

The surface.

Arms at my side,

Sun setting,

Orange cast

Across the water.

Touching bottom.

Feeling mud

And pebbles

Beneath my feet,

As tiny fish

Nibble my toes.