in my palm the riverstone tells me: "i have been worn down from the heart of a mountain, slept long and cold during the ice ages held my breath under millenium oceans and out from the heart of mother earth i was born now i lay here in the pristine creek washing over with water so clear you could see me during the day -- at night, confuse me for the moon's reflection. and now, as you hold me to your chest, you cannot wear me down i was made for you. left to sit, i cool to refresh you as i press against your skin and in passing, you lay me down and i am warm with your heart.
just when my mind begins to race
imagining disasters in the ten-fold
i remember that time moves slow enough
to catch yourself caught in the moment,
that ‘it’ is just right…
that mom’s hands never really age,
forever giving you enough to hold onto
if only wrapped around her one finger..
the first heartbeat you’d known
that dad’s tears are real badges of parenthood,
there when you screw up
and succeed… more than words,
saltwater lessons of life
that brother’s love is always there,
even when he was smarter, stronger, faster
he wasn’t trying to be better,
he just was…
that sister’s care is always stronger
than a proud defeat,
and she is always mother’s touch
even as miles – or inches – away..
and family is a root
a leaf floating gently down
at the kiss of wind..
a wellspring of hope
a fountain of youth
a history, a language
and a name.