i sit and play with stones,
building one layer at a time.
i choose carefully --
rubbing each piece of earth with my thumb.
what fits?
this or that?
i pause and search for another candidate.
holding my breath, i stack one more block
in a ring i want to wear.
are you listening?
is there room for me
in your sun drenched world?
i stand.
record.
what will the elements and time
do to this window within?
to that which i build?
4 comments:
reading some of your blog reminded me of who I was and who I am trying to become again. I appreciate it.
dear prognosticator,
warmest thanks to you for these kind words. it's hard to walk the good red road home to ourselves. you're not alone on the journey, my friend.
wopida tanka. Cante wasteya nape ciyuza pe.
I love the words and the photo...
thanks much, pat. i committed to working on my book again and i think the words are just flowing now. =)
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