slow sleep of stones

These flat pink sedimentary stones
that I place in this curving path
form a jigsaw puzzle born millennia ago
in the bottom of an alien sea,
gathered from a quarry and stacked
on a pallet a few years ago
so I could solve the story told

in its long slow dream.

Between the long serpentine edges
that I have nailed to the ground,
and on top of the gray stone dust
that I have shoveled and raked level,
I study shape and color, thickness,
and pattern; I observe the waiting
oblong almost triangular space,
then flick my eyes back at the stack
and the pieces I have dropped onto the lawn
comparing over and over until I find
the possibly perfect fit. The story unfolds
around my garden as I have discovered it
and translated it anew for generations
to awaken and relive.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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