I have been watching a TV show called Touch which, though very fictionalized, does show how our lives are interconnected. We have influence sometimes that we have no idea of. So I thought I would reblog this poem of mine which speaks to that.

A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly

I threw a stone into a pond,

and where it sank, neat circles formed and moved and moved

and splashed the shore where my toes met the silver-blue rings

with squishy, muddy hellos. 

The rings beyond continued on, much farther than I could see—

past the half-submerged log,

past the mama and daddy loons

with their babies piggy-backed three.

Waves skinnied by a bobbing boat, fishline cutting the wake;

they moved and moved past docks and weeds and minnows feeding,

through channels ever deepening and wide,

and on and on, the concentric current pushed to touch

a stream, a lake, a canal, an ocean,

and a foreign coral shore,

and brushed bare toes with gentle, silver-blue hellos.

          Who can know what one little stone can do.

  Lilly 5-14-07

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About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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4 Responses to

  1. belocchio says:

    Heart stopping. One could loose ones self in this dramatic and beautiful photograph. V.

  2. dorannrule says:

    I’m so glad you reblogged this one! It’s a real winner – great verse and the perfect picture to accompany. Love it!

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