“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

1.04.2015

the lost light of stars


the lights in my neighbor's window hang like planets across the sky.  one has gone out, flickered into nothingness, star instead of planet, its light shattered into pieces and darkness, scattered everywhere and nowhere.  i like to think it is hidden across her house, between the floorboards, fingerprinted on the doorknobs and windowpanes, that it will show up when she needs it most. tiny night lights in the darkest of times, guides marking her map, starlight waiting to be wished upon.

new year's day, rainy, late afternoon.  a fat mockingbird perched in the empty winter dogwood; on the other side of the house, a neighbor's cat sat silent on the sill of an open window. the cat who lives here crouched low in the hallway, watching, about to pounce.  they don't have calendars; life just goes on. 

after the pounce, a nap by the fire.

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today the rain is at last gone.  sunday.  the colors are soft, faded from the days of wet and wind. fat bunches of paperwhites have appeared, stalks only, blooms a promise yet to come, and there is still one last leaf atop a small wild tree growing from the side of the creek.  the wind is hard today, and colder, and the leaf only now shows brown around its edges, brown fading into yellow and then into the green it once was/still is.  i think every morning that today will be its last, but it has a strong heart, and stays.  today, though, surely. surely it cannot fight the wind another day.  were i a philosopher, i would find a lesson in that leaf not letting go, but i'm not, so i just sit on the couch and watch.  meditation with leaf in the wind. 

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8 comments:

  1. I love this photo, and all the images mapped out in your words. Tiny night lights. Yes.

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    1. i like the idea of tiptoeing among pieces of a star.

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  2. Oh you make me cry with the sheey beauty of this writing, and the poignancy which informs it. Except ... pizza without cheese???

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    1. hahaha! you saw the deleted version of this post. i'm not sure how that happened, but it makes me laugh. and yes. no cheese on the pizza. :)

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  3. I love your ability to make us feel as though we are there with you . . . and what a beautiful wish for your neighbor, I find myself wishing that for her too.

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  4. You have such a lovely way of looking at things...and your writing is magnificently beautiful. "Tiptoeing among pieces of a star" .... I adore that thought.

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  5. thinking of you today for some reason…..xo

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  6. whatever you write about always has me transported to where you are to see it. that is a special gift you have as a writer.
    in my fondest... tilde
    ps, it will be a long time before I have an open window or the hope of a plant poking up. today all of Michigan is closed I believe ! all area schools for counties around. it is 1 degree, wind chill unknown. BUT cold and snow drifts despite my continual shoveling.

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