Walking along summer turning to autumn roads.
Walking the rambling circle.
Walking slowly cautiously.
Head bent down often
seeking for/ seeing /choosing
heart shaped rocks.
Stones not too heavy to
burden my journey.
Changing. I have begun to collect
smooth unworried ovals.
Stones fitting easily in my hand
Their unbroken surface
well polished by lost rivers.
At the top of the steep breathless hill
At the place where I rest
At the end of my walk
I linger. I compose a new beginning.
An altar of quiet circular talismans
Company to my mound of wishing for
near but not touching my arrangement
of stony hearts.
I have so many hard hearts and just a few tranquil forms.
The rock valentines have been in my thoughts
too long … now I must embrace stones of serenity.
No longer looking for love on my dusty road
I gather peace.