Photography © Glenn Bowie

 

White Shoes

We left the city behind, speeding by motionless cars
Like a comet cutting through the summer heat.

The road became a path and it turned sharply.
We heard the growing rumors of a waterfall
rattling along the splintered boards of the wooden bridge.

On the other side, a couple parked by a crossroad
I assume they were looking for the fall too.
We turned right, went into opposite directions. We were close.

We never made it to the fall. You drove. We were the only travellers in a winding road.
You sung at the top of your smoker’s lungs. An impromptu concert for bare
          fields.

You pulled over to a waterfall hidden by boulders and pines.
My hand clasped in yours. We slid on muddy slopes. I wore pristine white
          shoes.

We laid on the cool grass sheltered by a curtain of incessant pour.
Before the uncertainty, I pictured a fading shadow by my side.
The forked road got nearer: The car stopped. I took the left turn.

 

Pablo Serra Hudson is an award-winning history student and aspiring writer born in Alicante, Spain. He currently lives in Fredericton, Canada, where he discovered his love for nature and poetry.

Glenn Bowie is a published poet, lyricist and photographer from the Boston area. He also owns and operates an elevator company that supplies custom-built elevators for clients from New England to Hollywood. Author of two poetry and photograph collections (Under the Weight of Whispers and Into the Thorns and Honey) on Big Table Publishing, he donates all profits from his books to various charities for the homeless and local animal shelters.