Loading...
2020-06-29T11:55:17-04:00June 26th, 2020|Musings on life|

Painted rocks

There is a woman on the island
who paints rocks
with such tender detail
leaving them perched on logs
and tucked in holes in trees
so that everyone stops
to delight more closely
in each one
and I wondered today
if there is a God
does she get frustrated
wondering why we don’t
slow down
like this
for every fern and face
for the exquisite symmetry of a feather
why we don’t notice
all the generous things
she leaves lying around
trying over and over
to make us
smile.

INSPIRED TO SHARE?
Go to Top