There is the blank page
or screen, the twisty open
road, the still surface
of your favorite pond.
Consider the rocks
at your feet, which one
will you throw in? One
is good for skipping, another
will make a loud plash,
and one might just hold
enough mass to create
a singularity as it rockets
down to the dark bottom.
A new universe is born.
The characters you imagine
may live and love and die
and debate your existence
while they’re young
drinking with their friends
what passes for coffee
in their pond bottom
universe. They’ll never know
how you wanted a second
chance, why you never said
goodbye, or where you left
your car keys this morning.
—
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
Oh, I do like this.
A series of creations?
Thanks, Barbara.