Remember the time we danced at the fire?
We threw rocks on the water while holding hands,
we watched the moonlight
rain on the caravan’s tin roof,
we hummed soft songs at midnight
and rocked ourselves to sleep.
Must have been another lifetime…
Wrap yourself around me
and keep me warm.
Thoughts in winter stumble with
a stop-action rhythm
both jarring and comforting.
With hard edges and delicate skeletons,
they push to the forefront of consciousness;
greedy, needy and completely camouflaged
in the light of the cold January sky.
milk chocolate
red walls
fresh snow
the smell of coffee
blue light at daybreak
warm blankets
new notebooks
the setting sun
gowalkingtunnelsstreetspeoplecolors
signssmellscarslightshornsbuildings
voicesarrowsnumbersmetalbricks
glassfoodlanguagespigeonsdrinking
smokingtrashcandybroomstrains
shoppingneonelmocamarasanxiety
exhaustexhaustionrevolvingdoors
coatsmusicrunninghatsclocksalleys
truckssewerssteamcloudscursingcold
hotsmilingeatingarcadesshopsoffices
computerswindowspolicechildren
strollerssupermanstrawscirclesmoney
lettersvertigofastforwardrewindstop
two versions: infinite stories
I want to be the mallard on the river,
the patch of blue sky between grey clouds,
the sweet, tiny greens on the table,
the anticipated phone call.
I want to be the hand lettered invitation,
the stitch on an antique tablecloth,
the steam from my cracked tea cup,
the curly apostrophe between the “r” and the “s” in “lover’s”.
Most of the images on this blog are taken by my son, Wolfgang.
For more of Wolfgang’s beautiful images,
visit instagram.com/wolfgangstearns
This Moment inspired by Amanda Blake Soule at soulemama.com
Rest here with me.
Sit down on the marble steps, tell me what you’re thinking.
After we sketch the sculptures, after we write poetry
in notebooks, right before we leave for dinner–
Rest here with me.
Sit down on the marble steps, tell me one more time,
what you’re thinking.
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