The Pause

by HemmingPlay
© 2014

Pause
©Hemmingplay 2014

It has just struck me that I have left my old house
But have forgotten where the new one is.
Inconvenient.
Let me stand here for a moment,
Have a drink and pet the dog. Maybe
It would do me some good to
Listen to the sound of the big creek,
Scraping patiently along the banks
In November when the land is bare,
Not caring where it goes, or why,
Just going along according to it’s nature
Carrying secrets and dreams we toss in
Whispering its own deep ones back at us
Washing the fish and mud and secrets from here to somewhere else.
Maybe, if I listen hard enough, it will tell me
Where it is I need to be more fully myself.
Or less.

@Hemmingplay
Hemmingplay

2 Comments to “The Pause”

  1. “Scraping patiently along the banks” –great phrasing!

  2. Wonderful words, wonderful wordsmithery, wonderful pic and a senior moment – a heaven-made match!

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