Creekwalking

My son rides a stone tortoise
half risen and sunning
water carved, sun-split, ice etched shell
solid in laughing water
cold as new rain
and carving my feet,

also slowly
like the stones
shaped like turtles
but headless
I erode too

my cells
slipping silently from skin
carried into the lake
slowly, microscopically
unmissed

and part of something bigger now
that these shallow currents

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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8 Responses to Creekwalking

  1. Beautiful! The description is so well done that the scene almost comes alive!

  2. nelle says:

    Love these snippets of life ecosystems. 🙂

  3. Rhonda says:

    I think your creek is magic.

  4. My feet can literally feel my toes gripping on! You’re wonderous!

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