Saturday, January 14, 2012

Blessing


Fifty-six come May
and still a child’s throw
of the perfect stone
into an icy
river.


5 comments:

temporal rooms said...

young heart
nimble limbs

~robert

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Robert.

And a mule of a mind in love with the plow. Who put those rocks there, anyhow? And why straight through, rather than around?

Peter Greene said...

Straight through gets you around in the end, but around just gets you back there again anyway. Thanks as always for the reading...

Jan "Jan's Paintings" said...

Wonderful, William. There is always that little child inside each of us that will never grow up, nor age, just like Peter Pan, no matter how old we get~~~

William Michaelian said...

And thanks for your reading, Peter.

That’s right, Jan. And I think that child is ageless and timeless — and wise.