Linda Studley

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The Stone Without Moss

I’m the stone without moss, slowly rolling uphill,
the pebble the stone kicks aside.
I’m the lake far below waiting patient and still,
watching the pebble’s long dive.

I’m the last rippled echo that runs from the pebble
and dashes itself on the shore.
I’m the hands in the water, cupping and dripping,
to the mouth where the water is poured.

And I stand up again and I gaze at the mountain
And begin my eternal ascent.
I’m the stone without moss, the circling ripple,
till eternity’s utterly spent.

The Thing is

The thing about a circle is it never ends
but it always ends up where it started.
So maybe this ‘circle of life’
lionized by Disney is just a series
of bends in the road; the drunken,
accidental extra steps to the right
in the long journey that pulls us
back the spot where the plane
crashed in the desert.

The thing about a spiral is it ends
in a different place
than it begins yet it still wends
its way like a circle, minus the futility.
Spirals nest and dance
where circles are solitary,
can only join with others if they’re
broken and twisted first like
rings in chain maille.

The thing is
I’d rather be a part of a spiral of life
and dance and nest with you for a while
Than spin forever in a solitary circle.



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