Joseph / Prohens

71

Escort

The child tried to reach them: Creatures who would play with him and, Friendly, keep him from such terrors as might be In the world that danced with colours as they moved.

But as he neared the surface of the water It thickened. They must have moved away Or drifted to ground, embedded in the silt Which, being disturbed, transfused the clear element With a twilight that spread from the bottom, not from the sky.