Paper Musings

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I carefully unpacked years of my life, gently smoothing the pages one piece  at time...

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Atop each other, ragged edges, torn with the grain and against, unbleached. Slight colorations let  me know they were made from different batches, different trees, different moments in time. The stack grows to the height of a curb then a wagon, then a chair and I sit realizing it is too big to move, too big to part with so easily.

 

Tears are rolled up with laughter as memories squeeze between the drudgery of busy work. Feminine coils in shades of white, darkness rolling into light, pooling and whorling until reminiscing evaporates into reality.

 

I feel like paper today, wandering among my memories, fragile. parched, torn, wrinkled, burnable, so that all that remains are fragile bits carried across the wind. Maybe that is the mark we have the potential to make when our actions take flight into the world and start anew….hope is a wonder full thing, unbidden or not.