5.09.2005

Simply

I once bought a necklace for someone, some years ago, and I no longer know what has become of it, nor of her, for that matter.

The necklace is a tear-shaped pewter pendant, suspended from its string with the point of the tear pointing to the ground. It is adorned with spare, elegant art-nouveau facings and engravings where the string meets the pendant. It feels heavy and fits snugly in the palm, like something that's meant to be held.

I imagine this pendant suspended above a tablet of blank sand, describing ever narrowing circles as it slowly comes to a centering of stillness. In my own way, by clumsy fits and fumblings, I try to still myself just so.

1 comment:

The Lioness said...

Why aren't you published, why? WHY? Truly an amazing gift, this one of yours.