So Old

I lie beside her on the sand,
Watching her breathe--- 

In ... and ... out. In ... and ... out.
And I try to match her rhythm,
To be in sync with her. 

We are alike in many ways.
Our bodies catch the light
And glisten in the sun. 

We both have wrinkled skin.
It makes me feel so old. 

I wonder just how old she is.
She has a right to be wrinkled,
For she is old, so old. 

The sea. 

© Joyce M. Broughton, 1997

Sea waves striking a breakwall
Photo from Wikimedia Commons

Fish

A fish was swimming in a pond.

I saw it with my eyes.

I'd never seen a fish before

That wasn't with French fries.

© Joyce Broughton, 2013

Photo by Ewan Munro from London, UK
Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons