Tuesday 17 July 2012

PearlDrops


this morning, early
when i walked out to feed the chooks
i looked up into the wintry geometry of the birch trees
of which there is a small copse which i planted 
when i first arrived, in honour of my father

(i remember standing on the veranda 
and throwing nine sticks into the air
then planting a birch in each spot they had landed)

this morning they offered me a gift
rows of clear pearl drops of rain
and each one reflecting the world around it
so many wortlds
so many stories

"there is no name for what i want to be when i grow up"





5 comments:

  1. i don't yet know what i want to be when i grow up
    but i do know that i love rainpearls and the magic number nine

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  2. To be grown up means you never stop growing, you never stop gazing at the pearls and the raindrops, you never let your wonder die beside you.

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  3. a beautiful photo , I love birches and love the idea of throwing sticks for random planting , I did that with daffodil bulbs many years ago. I hope you are recovering from the radiotherapy and that you may soon enjoy eating. you are in my thoughts, Judith

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  4. oh, i have missed you! and this beautiful thing here: words and photos, well, thank you. i wish, too, that i could have attended your performance piece.

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