This is for Jilly’s Days of Unreason challenge.
“We’ll know as children again all that we are
destined to know, that the water is cold
and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far”
~ Jim Harrison from Death Again
The child drops a pebble in a pool
and sees a sapphire.
The trafficker drops a child into the waves
and sees one encumbrance less.
We drop our eyes when they show the pictures,
afraid of plucked heartstrings
that call into question the price of petrol or beer.
What price a dream?
And do children dream,
or are their rock pools really full of sapphires?