this stretching of unlimber muscles.
Mind reaches into memory and beyond it
into words, straining after significance.
I breathe heavy, bearing the weight of moments,
shifting them from hand to hand.
I balance images:
one, a laughing boy pressed nose to window;
two, thoughtless words like footprints
trampled without care over someone's heart
(from hindsight, they resemble regrets);
three, a fuschia, feathered sky.
I juggle them from mind to memory
and fumble for a unity to bind them/
bear their weight.
No matter; life is its own poem.
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Rebecca Simon -- ah, Jim and Wally are such fabulous guys! Now I want to re-read all the books. Immediately.
Samantha R -- I know what you mean. I just had to pick five of the many books that have influenced me. There are probably hundreds!
Asea -- those are some fantastic people to visit! Ah, and I love Strunk & White. Those guys are amazing. I didn't realise for so long that the White half of the equation was E.B. White, author of Charlotte's Web and Stuart Little. Oh, and I really want to read that Brian McLaren book!
Bethany -- I truly recommend them all. :)
BushMaid -- ah, I have lost count of how many times I've read Stepping Heavenward. It always inspires me to be zealous about my journal-writing and to record the real life adventures of faith.