A Kid

October 13, 2010

He knows that just beyond the busyness and the people is the clear running stream and a good place to sit. He knows the shape, size, and smoothness of the perfect skipping stone, regardless of whether or not it skips for him that day. Read the rest of this entry »


July 8, 2010

I was watching the rain through the sidelight to the front door one morning after the winter thaw. It was coming down steadily, falling on Water Street and elsewhere, washing the winter away, drumming the soil to life, awakening tiny living things, little sprouts. I could just see them stretching… reaching for the water. Read the rest of this entry »