Friday, July 30, 2010

Water Nymph

I commute 45 minutes each way to the heart of the city for work every day of the week. When I am there, it’s all business amid the concrete. The jungle. The dog-eat-dog world. When I’m not at work, I never choose to go downtown for fun because I just don’t associate that part of the city with that word. Drudgery? Yes. Chaotic? Absolutely. But fun? Not really. Until Little Miss comes along one day.

She shows up at my office with her daddy, and when we leave together, she makes my nine-to-five institution her 24/7 playground. She sees a world unexplored, a blank canvas. And she gets to work. Or rather, she starts to play. And suddenly, what was once grey, is now a kaleidoscope of colors, the core of which is the brilliant beam of her smile.

Her signature.  Her masterstroke. Her gift. To me.

Because now, when I reach downtown every morning, I see vibrance. I see beauty.

I see my baby.


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Water Nymph, a haiku

Look! an oasis
In the bustling city’s midst
A welcome reprieve

Like quenching a thirst
The water cools little feet
Eases furrowed brows

Summer perfection
It’s not a myth, it’s a girl
No, my water nymph
















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