September 28, 2020

 

Of Cairns and Gratitude

 
 
 

Of Cairns and Gratitude

I wonder if she knows, has any idea,
that the five stones she collected in her visit
so many years ago, still grace our corner table
stacked so gently one by one in that solitary cairn --
their quiet voice to remind us of her visit to our cabin's shore.

A simple pile of five smooth stones --
yet when I catch a glimpse of the stack
from the slip of my eye, I'm sure she is still there,
smiling with her mirthful voice -- such friendly banter
which wishes only joy and tender years to come, the winds warm

and gentle at our back.
We've kept the cairn, thought
of Joyce: minutes, even months, when we see it --
have rearranged the stones after the cats see fit to knock
them down in play, yet never did we think that one day, the hour

would come when we'd sell
the house and need to tear apart
this gracious gift of artistry -- its care, the composition.
Will the balanced stack still be the same cairn in a different home,
we wonder? The five stones resume to hold full calm of peace, the luck of love?






Article © Judith Alexander Brice. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-03-23
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.


4 Reader Comments

Harvey Silverman
03/23/2020
10:53:04 AM

sweet...

Eric Robert Nolan
03/23/2020
02:04:20 PM

I love this one.

Harris
03/23/2020
04:11:16 PM

Beautiful and poignant

Sue Heeres
04/12/2020
01:33:08 PM

This is a beautiful remembrance of dear friends and a very dear place...you bring it all to life, Judy.

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