Sound of Water
By Zarah Parker

A stoic never smiles, yet I never
noticed the hint of disdain, beckoned from
the man I knew to be
father

who was always weary

when I claimed the light is not the sun,

and with the dark, you hear
the sound of water,
flowing toward—

a stoic never smiles.

 

I’ve been meaning to post some fiction pieces, but alas, here is another poem.