Three Brothers Leaping by Vickie Wade

The Contentment of Feral Children

Three boys down at the water’s edge

One is in the hull of an old wrecked boat

standing in the prow, hand over his eyes

looking out at the horizon for pirates.

Another is lifting an old pipe he’s found

from the ruins of the flour mill as if it were

a telescope, looking for faraway islands.

The other is digging something up

maybe an old wheel or the helm of a ship.

The heat and humidity are intense. 

Suddenly they are running up the high

bank where the creek curves and the water

is deeper. Lifting off their tee shirts

they dive into the cool water.