thank you

As you took my hand,
my fist unclenched.
We headed back to camp,
elated but drenched

from little drops of rain
that whispered of the pain.

Hopeful that our
world would smile.
A respite from chaos,
we walked the miles

through fields of grass
that revealed Europe’s past.

For a moment in time,
fleeting and brief.
We were what was; not yet,
what would never be.

I wrote this poem to experiment with rhyming and structure. I was also trying to see how I could echo two of my favorite Led Zeppelin songs, Thank You and What is and What Should Never Be.

Ⓒ 2019 Lisa Shaughnessy

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