Friday, February 08, 2008

Close your eyes

When you wake up, you are water. You flow silently, sweetly over stones, more river stones, and gather in quiet pools.

Later, during the day, undone, you swirl, pulled by forces unknown, or at least unseen, away from an order you understand. But your search for reassurances and solid ground, both orders you can understand, is futility's guru.

Finally, in the night, when you sleep, you are a wishing well, laden with silent, hopeful coins.

4 comments:

beth said...

Today when I woke up my water was a mini hurricane

Anonymous said...

phew!

Nicole said...

Beth - take shelter.

Anon - because I'm stopping soon?

Lorraine said...

It's just a good thing there is a repository for all this...