Boiling Point

Slowing way down the length of time in being alone opens like an eternity. The space I occupy seems galactic and terrifying the way infinity stretches on makes difference sameness. Moments turn from rock to sand and the frog won’t jump out of the water even though it's too hot

Petoskey stones were made sixty million years ago, birthed as coral. They were deposited across the upper part of North America as a glacier retreated.

Petoskey Stones 

As a child finding you unearthed the past.

Your magnetic shapes brought me millenia back, connected my soft body to geologic time.

Tight in my hand - I was grounded to earth  - reminded that beauty is balance.

The past finding its way into the present.  

Whispering on the wall, stone lives without its material.

Shadow of form and light. 

Geometry on the soft setting.

Meeting here, I know something of continuity and connection and the way what we love never leaves us.

force 

Be somewhere mountainous

Pull back in retreat.

Safer than these disintegrations.

Wave to sand,

Heat to evaporation

All to nothingness.

Pull away from this future.

Save your living blue  

if only for now.