rt Oleg Oprisco
By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept
In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed,
the mushroom scent lingers.
As the sea must keep for a long time the scent of the whale.
As a person who’s once loved completely,
a country once conquered,
does not release that stunned knowledge.
Jane Hirshfield, Writer’s Almanac
We used to overturn rocks on the shore
and expose them to the belly of the sun.
I knew that some rocks should not be moved
but you picked them up to skip pebbles
and slice fountains in the sea
where they were lost
and you were satisfied
because yours had skipped the farthest
and the deepest
while mine grew steam in my palm.
Your hand in mine was sandpaper.
When you closed your fingers I was a bottled neck
with no wings flapping but the heartbeat
of one chipped stone against another.
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-Robin Dawn Hudechek
by Oleg Oprisco
Rent an old house on a shore and live where your heart runs free
(by Jillian Alice on Flickr)
The sea will always be yours, they told her. No matter how life breaks or shapes you, how many cracks it makes in your beautiful surface, you belong to the sea and it to you. In it, you are whole, and you.
We are fools whether we dance or not so we might as well dance – Japanese proverb