Skipping Rocks
On this last day of August
a brume hangs in the morning air
a brume hangs in the morning air
one close to the ground
a gray mist that floats like a willow-0-wisp
A lot like my thoughts
that skip about like a rock
side arm thrown to skip across the water
finally losing momentum, sinking out of sight
that skip about like a rock
side arm thrown to skip across the water
finally losing momentum, sinking out of sight
I pick up another one and toss it
are there enough rocks on this sand bar
to toss all of my cares into the water one by one
where they tumble against each other in the current
until they are polished smooth
are there enough rocks on this sand bar
to toss all of my cares into the water one by one
where they tumble against each other in the current
until they are polished smooth
Maybe...
It would be better if
I wrote the name on each rock:
I wrote the name on each rock:
fear of…
anxious about…
worried about…
reconciliation with…
connection with…
past sins…
family fractures…
covid stress…
my own immaturity…
failures as a father…
failures as a husband…
failures as a son…
missed opportunities…
a belly dump full of regret
Poem 21-243y
Poem 21-243y
Image taken in the Snowy Range by author (c).
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