with thanks to Heather
swimming in this sea
of kindness and generosity
how is it
I sometimes do not notice
I am wet?
*
ten thousands droplets
escape the pond
in every direction
each time
I throw another stone
*
oh body, my vessel,
my vase, my cup,
I am sorry I spill you,
don’t fill you
enough
*
by the pond
the cranes forget
to fly away—
I choose not to throw stones
they choose to stay
wow – lovely images, thankful for the naps!
Thank you for the encouragement, dear Heather … Though I have heard it before that I need to rest, I could finally receive the message. thank you. r
On 5/8/14, 6:15 PM, “comment-reply@wordpress.com” wrote:
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I have to admit I’m not sure what Fly & Scatter means, though it’s the parenthetical part of the titles I especially like. And I think the way number two and four talk to each other is nice. An S in number two, in “thousands” that you should evaporate like a drop of water.