What a relief to sit by the waterfall
and let my mind go like this, each thought
a bubble rising from the bottom of a pond
This post marks the beginning of a new irregular feature in Vox Populi. I hope readers of Vox Populi, many of whom are writers, will find the prompt helpful in stimulating their creativity.
I have no Life but this —
To lead it here —
In my life I’ve gathered maybe five perfect rocks. It isn’t that they were smooth or handsomely speckled with rare minerals. No, they were often misshapen, pitted, easily forgettable.
we gave up trying to explain it, gave ourselves
to it—as if we had ingested some hallucinogen
that opened our eyes to what was there all along
It’s the old dancers that fascinate me.
Training everyday as the body resists,
The spirit lifts them into clarity.