Like a Rock
Sometimes it’s subtle and arrives
with a half smile. Someone
hands you her heart.
It’s been tumbled
in the river
for eons.
Those land forms
on the banks’ shadow
the passage of clouds.
Just past sunset
the seeds of
dandelions dance.
It’s time.
Lie back in the grass.
Stare at the sky
impossibly blue.
Float on the wind.
All the elements are here.
Look down.
Yes.
The best journeys often
cover no distance at all.
copyright 2012 Julie Cummings
Sometimes it’s subtle and arrives
with a half smile. Someone
hands you her heart.
It’s been tumbled
in the river
for eons.
Those land forms
on the banks’ shadow
the passage of clouds.
Just past sunset
the seeds of
dandelions dance.
It’s time.
Lie back in the grass.
Stare at the sky
impossibly blue.
Float on the wind.
All the elements are here.
Look down.
Yes.
The best journeys often
cover no distance at all.
copyright 2012 Julie Cummings