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.