I walked to the brook one day.
The trail was dry and dusty.
I ran my fingers over the tall grass as I walked past the grumpy oak.
Down the bank I slid and my bare toes submerged in the cool water.
...
Once I had a body
which I used to feed.
But now the ants have taken me,
and fed me to their queen.
...
When the sun,
which we knew to be young, sets,
casting before us a tall, questioning shadow;
...
I climbed a mountain when I was a kid
but half way up I wanted to quit.
My father told me, “No son, no,
...
Into this darkness I plunge,
Into this dark water I glide,
My soul is hidden, for it I search,
Among the bones.
...
Smooth Pebble
I walked to the brook one day.
The trail was dry and dusty.
I ran my fingers over the tall grass as I walked past the grumpy oak.
Down the bank I slid and my bare toes submerged in the cool water.
I rolled up my jeans and wrapped my t-shirt around my head.
Slowly I walked upstream gently lifting the stones.
Crawfish blend in with the mud, so I was careful not to stir up the bottom.
After awhile I caught one.
I let him go because I didn’t have anything to put him in.
As it darted away it passed a smooth pebble.
I lifted it from the stream and ran my fingers over it.
I placed it in my back pocket.
I just found it. I’m doing laundry.