For writers 1, pg. 160
a)
On a brisk walk in one autumn evening chill, I took notice of three connecting features that sang most elegantly in the fading flame of the day. In the Memorial Healing Garden, there was a significance I could not escape, and I had my retinas forever burned with the picturesque scene. Three things became one thing as I imagine God could be.
Mossy rock
Course and pitted granite stone. Massive and obstacular if not for its perfectly scaled proportions. Ideal in its placement and agency to convey living things founding whole plushy green beings by its very existence, creating capability. The moss invades the southern sides, fed by falling dew, crumbling the pockmarks as it eats its way along the screen. The chiseled block an anchor point for...
Spiderweb
The web hardly seen, almost undetected, if not for the glow of mid evenings setting sun. The reddish October hue on the horizon illuminating this ancient highway of insect doom. Seemingly abandoned to time and turned weather. Floating unattended and yet lilting with menace. Pure iron strong and spun silk reaching to the span...
Wooden bridge
It's all Poplar and Oak the trestle of foot traffic overlooking the chasm. In view, waters falling at both ends, a tapestry of green and gravel and, metaphor for community. Built to remember, built for laments end, and the woeful journey across how many rivers lay our preferred and Promised Land. Truth that holds the ribs of the mountain together, that they might better afford a breath or a few.
b)
Mossy rock
wet and sparkling
dew invading cracks
with green plushy the anchor
Spiderweb
the great connector
strewn from planks to
crevices translucent light gleams
Wooden bridge
stitching wounded ground
not excusing either side
at land’s end no more. | JM