“The Ocean at the End of the Bridge” Fiction. Based on a True Childhood.

Inspired by Neil Gaiman’s Ocean at the End of the Lane

“The Ocean at the End of the Bridge”

Fiction. Based on a True Childhood.

by  Nikki Wicz

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

I want to believe
That Lettie returns from her ocean

On a dark night
When the moon is full,
Glowing like the eyes of a cat
Holding her in its sight.

The night will spread
Like a curtain
To reveal her, the ghost
Of an eleven year old:
The ethereal idea
Of a woman.

She will be outlined in candle light,
Like a sheet thrown over a fire,
The moment before
It bursts into flames. A fake
Darkness will surround her,
As if reality doesn’t know
How to hold her.

I can only imagine
That this is what growing up
Feels like. The strange, dark moment
Before dawn. The second before
An explosion of clarity.

I like to think
Every puddle is an ocean.
And one of these days
I’ll hop into the wrong one, anticipating
The splash, but instead falling
Into a place where my eyes
Are afraid to open, not for what
They will see, rather
What they won’t.

Then I’ll be a grown up.

When I was young
I wanted to know everything.
It was unimaginable to me
That this was unobtainable
Because down the street
There was a red bridge
That led to crawfish and
Everything else there was.
And all I had to do was go
Far enough to find it all.

But my ocean was just a creek
That we left long ago.

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