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even just the
sight of water
is enough to
slow the galloping
pony inside.
She stops
to watch the branch
touch sunny ripples and
then
hardly hears her
thunder heart over
the sweet robin
singing.

I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Please feel free to comment! And come read more small stones on Twitter.


No point in being mad at the
Lilypad. It has no idea what it is doing.

It’s not her fault she grows up
Out of the water, surrounding herself.

No point getting bent out of shape when you
Notice you are stuck there.

On that beautiful island, staring into the
Not too distant forest, trees obscured.

Now I’m ready to catch my dinner and after that,
I’ll just hang out, shredding this blame.

It’s not the lilypad’s problem. It’s not the
Fault of unreachable sky, or aloof forest

Or even the placid pond’s coldness. No one else
Owns this greenness,

But me
And the air right here.

A mother repairs toys for her children

Those afternoon hours seem as if they should be endless.
Miles and miles to fill before dinner and dad.
We drop our bags on the bench, and
We set our feet free, and I don’t have to say
Go play
Anymore to them, like I once did (they were
Uncertain of ‘what’s next?’ for years). Then
We all stare into the cupboard for awhile–
That takes time. The deciding and the eating,
And the crumb campaign too. Then they
Disappear into next-room neverland.

Meanwhile, I am
Afternooning, which is to say my mind has taken
Off on walkabout between defrosting dinner and
Facebook and unpiling the stack of papers over
There. And if I stop moving, I’ll be
Dragged by a frantic little lady and her
Plastic dog to the
Repair station for emergency
Battery-dectomy and tulle stitches.
Tomorrow someone will ask me how
Our summer went, and tonight I’ll
Try to fall to sleep and startle to
A parade of should-have-dones and
I’ll have to patch together
The reminder of one
Beautiful day.