5.19.2011

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what if it all stopped
and we said what now?
not like this rapture
mumbo jumbo,
just a big pausing
so we can catch our breath.
what would we find to do?
where would we go
in our stillness?
i say let's hike the hills
to that mountain stream
let the rushing cool us
before tromping on
we'll bring back
fiddleheads
fry em up with olive oil
crusty bread
some good pinot noir
watch the stars come out
on the back porch.
don't forget your camera
as we will want to document
every little thing
before pressing play again.
[A little exercise for Poets United Thursday Think Tank #49.]