Life Flutters - A Small Stone

The hummingbird visited this morning

Hovered at the window

Life flutters

I Want to Know Life

I want to know life

To taste the salty sweetness

Smell breezes and hear flower petals

As they unfold beneath the suns’ caress

I want to know life

The Poem of Her Life

Wordle #12

                                                           The Poem of Her Life

The slamming door rattled the tin walls of the trailer.

She said she didn’t care, and she didn’t. She curled

in her mama’s rocker while the moments fluttered

by, and her galloping heart settled. A curl twisted round

her fingertip, and she couldn’t resist the thought

that, if it were true, the world was hers. The preys’

instinct gave her patience, and whispered the logic

that a predator lingers to pounce unexpectedly. At

the buzz of moth wings on the window, she knew,

it wasn’t on a whim. The silence and solitude was a

gift for her lover. He waited as she prepared. Their

passion would finally be consummated. She shivered

as she grabbed her shawl and ran to meet the

poem of her life by the river.

A Small Stone #4

New space, mountain air, new friends,
Another chance, another life, a new me

The Same River

“You can never step into the same river; for new waters are always flowing on to you.”
Heraclitus of Ephesus (Greek philosopher 540-480BC)

It may look the same, feel the same, flow in the same direction and even smell the same.
It is not.
The sun and earth slant differently.
Time itself has moved on.
It may seem as if life is cyclical, yet until life ceases, the circle is not complete.
A different wind ripples the water in another way, even if only slightly.
A sound stirs the air above and the water changes.
Fear not that one life is the same as another.
You and I, him and her, it and they—
We all make the difference no matter how minute.

You are not lost.

It may look the same, feel the same, flow in the same direction and even smell the same.
It is not.