Imagine a forest dry as can be. Pine needles carpet the floor. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth. The path follows a stream so small that when crossing it, the tops of your shoes don’t get wet.
Imagine the path ends at a rock wall. That the ground is suddenly green and spongy. That a thin stream of water pours singing from a sheer and narrow canyon. That a pool of water reflects sun.
Oh, these wandering ways and what they reveal. This land that I will never fully know despite a life spent cradled in its arms.
I’ll be away from this space a bit more in the long summer days ahead. Time swinging in the hammock, writing poems for my own pleasure, nursing a mint tea and apple juice popsicle. I’ve still got plenty to say, sure. But somehow, it doesn’t seem to need saying quite so badly.
I hope you’ll come by and visit once a week or once a month–whenever your own hammock swinging and popsicle slurping can spare you. No doubt something profound will happen here soon. Though topping our discovery of this waterfall will be hard to do.
In the meantime, enjoy your days and the things they offer.
See you soon, friends. See you soon.
8 Replies to “Water Place”
Have a great summer Kyce. I’ll be around…
Oh, have a wonderful summertime. I will check in from time to time as I do so appreciate your writings.
oh, yes. enjoy those lazy-hammock-poetry days. i’ll be stopping by every now and again, and sending some sunny thoughts.
Oh lovely…enjoy this summer!!
Oh thanks you all! Don’t forget me! I’ll still be posting once a week or so. And visiting all of you.
Feeling similarly over here. Enjoy your popsicles, garden time and whatever else a New Mexican summer brings you.
I plan on actually seeing more of those places, rather than imagining them all the time. Enjoy your summer! Pop in when you can!
Hope you are having fun under the heat of the sun! I love reading your writings! Good job 🙂