Tidal Basin


Germination Detail Part III, by Leslie Shellow

contemplations about what stays in the net

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Fissure


Fissure

 My heart is breaking.

 The same fissure along the same fault lines.

 The approach to the volcano is well-worn. The heat, predictable. The explosion, a roiling sound in the throat of the
Earth.

But this time, I turn and walk back along the greening trail until the lava rocks are covered and hidden.

I leave a stone, a feather, a red string
where I would have placed my heart.
and I walk away

intact

into
the rest of my life.

4 comments:

  1. Hi Sarah. Thanks for writing and sharing your passion for writing. I too have a passion for writing. I started a blog years ago then put it in a shoe box until now. I dream of writing blogging, writing books, and speaking to touch and impact the life of others. Looking to network and connect with others with this same passion even if just for fun. Reach out sometime. Judy

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    1. Hi, Judy! Thank you for finding me! I have the same dream and I would love to connect over this shared desire. I look forward to reading your blog. Warm wishes, Sarah

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