Sunday, December 18, 2011

how things happen

December 18, 2011- Small Stones-  

It's just how things happen.

A citizen of the world,
she came upon the fertile ground.
Just returning from a 30 year lag...
after one wayward step.

Opening the tattered sack, 
the smell of hope waiting to be free.
Claiming a handful of the stuff , she flung it … or it took flight.
There between the swirling states of fluff and purple glitter-
the perfect dream.
The reflective bits of trouble, returned to the earth
and landed at her feet.
“Just a child's game!” cackled the crow, from his perch.
As luck would have it, the crow was right.
Gravity recalled every step.

She should have learned to fly.



  1. Anonymous12/19/2011

    Deep and thought-provoking. I shall read this again.

  2. "Opening the tattered sack,
    the smell of hope waiting to be free."

    I love that bit, Teri. Very nice to see you at the Sunday Whirl.



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