Skipping Stones – Erin

There is a man.
I met him while
building a wall.
He was as fine a mason
as I.
And we did pride ourselves
in our own handiwork.
Giving the world structure
and the heart containment.

Now we are given to
being nomads.
And though we miss
the finest stones,
we know we must live
undaunted by sky and air
and leave the prairies
without architecture
in the hopes of finding convergence
guided to the same spot
without landmark.

breaking bricks – cara

in dreams on grass
i see the neat corners of our past
our harmony in the perfect construct of imposition

in days of light
we perfect the challenge of travelling with no lines
and finding without maps