No Bryophytic Plantlife
©2004 Charity Mason
- Click. Click. Click.
- Breathless; it's tipping!
- Granite creaks; delighted scream
- Four-ton stone
- Hell-bent for the creek.
- Circe Creek or the log deck, it seems
- One will stop it... or so we think
- Flying trees; ecstatic glee
- Four-ton stone
- Bounces off the creek
- Who would have thought stones could leap
- Logs stacked up ten high, twelve deep?
- Slow motion silence; air in between
- Four-ton stone
- Catapulted from the creek.
- Wildly gesticulating
- Oh, don't cross the creek!
- Housewife emerges; armload of sheets.
- She can't believe
- Four-ton stone
- House-ward careens.
- "Right! Right! Right!"
- (My panicked, teenaged squeak.)
- Dad's hydraulic jack
- Forgotten at my feet.
- Exhausted, spent,
- Beside the house, it rests
- Four-ton stone
- Journey now complete.