Ladder to the Deeps

Little Boy’s Wander

Little-boy fell through the sunshine. Waded past breakers, with ropes not tethered. Said no goodbyes nor packed any meal. They say his board was hitched to a sail. But he was too small to prow-bear that wind. And the lifeguard walkies weren’t charged as they should. Helicopters eventually went. To find him, midst northeasters. But all they recovered were bits of cork, and chewed line. A crazy captain without any crew, said the boy’d swum past not wanting any twine.

Certain tales went onward. Some whispered he’d found it, that ladder from Black’s Beautte. If met in the light, amidst swirling timbers, you could ride it to basement, and somehow breathe while down there. Seeing things folk’d pay for.

He’d found another thing. That old critter called Star Bone, a friendly Sea-watcher who knew the Earth’s age and where fountains bubble upward, to keep the seas full.

Little boy liked it better … than that dry fare up yonder. So he’d stayed quite a while. Til his parents were old Til he knew the water’s yarn.

If you find that ladder, midst timbers and spirals Tell the boy I said hi That his parents still miss him

Thank for reading this brain riddled with stories and artwork and poetry.

That last great thing I’ve read was by Microcosm’s founder Zane Dickens. An honest piece on mentors and fathers, lost and founds in the heart.

The Power of Kind Words. When a passing phrase means less… | by Zane Dickens | Aug, 2021 | Medium