I was delighted by all your warm birthday wishes yesterday, both here and on Facebook. Thank you so much. I tried to keep up all day but some came in after I went to bed at midnight. I couldn’t have asked for a better day, surrounded by three people I love so dearly.
I’ve been thinking about the poem, “Friends,” that I posted for March, and decided it needed a middle stanza to develop the stone’s presence. I’m reposting the result here. I hope you enjoy it.
Friends A thirsty root, in search of nourishment, to fill a singular need of hers alone, edged deeper down through dark unknown, anticipation growing as she went, eventually encountering a stone. Isolated there since eons gone, the stone perceived her presence underground. felt her touch with gratitude profound. Though powerless to impede her moving on, remembered well a time that meant so much. The root, seeking sustenance for her soul, moved away, inching past the stone, but meeting as they did by fate alone, each became a part of something whole, friends from time and place that need had sewn. (c) 2023 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved