Where Moss Blooms

“A poem that mentions cracks in the sidewalk”

A step is the right direction

but the cracks in the pavement

where moss blooms

take me nowhere important.

A mug full of water holds tales from the ocean

and if you drink enough of it

you can hear them.

That’s what someone’s grandmother used to say.

We are strangers here until we sit down

and learn the voices of those that haunt us.

-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Thanks for reading. 😁

Published by Jayne

Saschia Jayne Johnson is the author of Writer’s Quest: A Triptych. On her free time, she likes to be with her family outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize it was the search that held what was most important; curiosity." Saschia works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

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