Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Grounding by Alison Stormwolf

Alison Stormwolf

I yearn for pebbles on the beach
Each telling me their tale of
Endless wearing away by incessant waves
So they become more rounded
Lose their sharp edges
Display their colours more fully
Deeply connected
To those stratas
Where they were formed over millennia
Rising like providence to be shaped

I am half alive
And need smoothing off
And smelling them
They are authentic and real
Oh God
I thirst
For that.

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