The Stone Field

 

The Stone Field

Broken stones

are still stones.

I have become something else

with the wind and storms and rain

broken and not reborn, here.

Still, you seek me out through our

thousand lifetimes of separation and

the resultant scarring.

But only here are we together

on the starlit stones

and just as icy on our skin.

This realm is one of feathers and flight and all things impossible

through magic

through wishes and coins and the sacrifice of flames

that would have warmed us

called us into being through all realms

and time

and thought

if only we knew

how to heal a stone.

–Willow Croft

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday Interlude…

 

A bit late, but that’s the loveliness of time travel…or my creative wishful thinking.

I stopped over in this dimension to enjoy a rare social outing with Santa Fe Gamers at Rowley Farmhouse Ales.

Engaging board games, the even rarer lightning spectacle, and a first-time tasting of Zia Piñon Kola.

I carried with me a feeling of serendipity, aka synchronicity, to the board games meet-up. I had an inkling that, somewhere, my ghost muse was gaming as well. Just imagination, says my practical side…