A River of Stones
A River of StonesAssisted Living
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06-01-2012
The old man wanders the hallways of his prison searching for an exit, unsteady on his feet. Like a gagiit, the Haida indians’ lost soul, one who has been carried away but whose spirit is too strong to die, he caroms from one world to another in his solitary limbo.
Two little stones
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05-01-2012
Amid the chatter of happy tourists—coming or going like cleaning ants— I sit in silence.
Traveling alone I watch them swarm with thoughts of what I’ve left behind.
04-01-2012
What emotions leak from my eyes? and why can’t I stop them?
What anger churns in my belly?
The sour taste of impotence.
Phone calls and emails do not fill the corkscrewing void.
Would it be any better if I were there?
January in Costa Rica
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03-01-2012
Blinding yellow clusters against an azure sky: the Cortez trees are in bloom again this January.
Leaving
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I’m supposed to be packing; my flight is on time.
But the zipper of our past is stuck, and I can’t get this bag open to save myself.
River of Stones: 01 January 2012
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Listening to you on the phone this morning, I know now you are truly old. It’s not your voice,
that still sounds years younger than you are.
It is the fatigue I hear… and a fear of the future.
Three Little Pebbles
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Another canine traffic jam at the door.
Sit. Stay…. Okay
Like lit bottle rockets they launch, rounding the corner of the house to some imagined danger I cannot see.
A thousand toads bleat and honk,while rain sizzzles on the roof.
The pond is full.
Finally, the drought ends.
Sharp air, frost on the ground, my horse snorts whorls of frozen breath
Two Little Stones
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Tree of life
The tall stump stands rotting, heart hollowed, covered in vines, epiphytes and moss.
The sharp clear voice of a warbler rings out.
Today
Blank computer screen
A brain… time
book review
A Hummingbird Rescue
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Limp in my palm, her heart still thrills through soft down.
Then, an impossibly long tongue tests sugar water I hold as an offering…
and she takes flight.
Gone.
A river of stones is an international project started by Fiona & Kaspa to encourage people to engage with the world through writing a short observational piece every day during January. Join us!
On a Morning Walk
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I am participating in A River of Stones this month. The idea of the exercise is to develop close observation and capture what is seen in a few short sentences, a poem, a haiku, or simply a short piece of loose form. To join click on their logo to the right of this post.
Here is my first:
After the rains…
a traffic jam of mud puddles on the road, reflecting the jungle overhead.
And, a patch of blue.
