photo: ralph murre
Floating
(For Holly Kallie)
by
Cristina M.R. Norcross
What
if my purpose is
nothing
more than just to float?
How
noble –
how
pure –
to
simply lie on the surface
of
the water,
while
the sun chases itself
in
golden, oval puddles of light –
while
I watch the leaves on trees
clap
their tiny hands.
The
grand hikes of persistence –
the
first flicker
of
creative motive burns
inside
a fiery belly.
I
am always hungry.
The
taste of paper lingers
on
my lips,
as
I open and close my mouth
like
a curious fish.
I
will build a sculpture
each
day.
Then
tear it down
and
start again.
An
invisible monument will remain
after
I am gone.
Only
those with vision
will
truly know its shape.
to
just float.
~
previously published in The Lava
Storyteller
(Red Mare Press)
