Stone #11 – Uncountable Sparrows

All night a head full of cold stones. A slide show of worries set on shuffle. This morning five doves, six squirrels, uncountable sparrows.


About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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One Response to Stone #11 – Uncountable Sparrows

  1. tmhHoover says:

    “A slide show on shuffle…” Wow- it would be nice if they came with an off switch. Hope you sleep better tonight.

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