It's amazing how much one's mind wanders...

12 November 2017 12:00 AM

Placing the palm of your hand against the stone wall, can you feel the crevices, the lines, is this stone growing warm underneath your hand, are the lines breaking open like an earthquake the world opening up, is that what you felt about you father always leaving, the wall, she climbed up the wall, wasn't too far up, there were notches in the stones, and once on top she opened her arms, and made like a right even girl, let's advertise oh my I had several thoughts scenes converge at once on that last one, the kitchen is wide, the stove big, the grills, where the pots sat, I can see the lid, like a fryer pan, is that where the water was boiled, the chimney in the back is large, and we sit around the large table thick oak, the chairs scraped against the stone floor, he offered the part to her, but she turned it down give it to Nancy she said, lord have mercy my mind's going in all directions, who the heck is Nancy, her apron is quite white, her hair tied up behind her head, her face placid, and she cut the bread with a large knife, the butter and bread shoved out on the table, and the cat is lapping milk in the saucepan near the door, the lads
there's trumpeter swans flying across the lake... the tree green, crowded, near the edge of the low tide....