Stepping Stones
Wandering now among
the wind blown stone
Smooth tendrils
washed over by water
In a matter of fact way that
life is to stay
Tumbling
down through old ways never to stop
Too soon or in
sudden sadness. Carry on with
careful footing
Exactly in
this moment. Now. Standing
statuesque
upon
a
stone
Remember you can walk
on water
Stepping on those stones
Although it is sometimes
best to do that all alone
No-one to see your miracles
Or run away in dread
Seeing the upright image
Magnified by soft splashes of light. Imaginary.
KJ 2010.
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