A pile of shattered rock
rose up like a ragged mountain
in the driveway.
How was I going to construct
a garden wall out of
fat hunks of stone?
A month of
boundary violations
crumbled poor ground.
The stones of
indifference,
non existent loyalty,
betrayal,
too much light,
heat from the son,
even cows who
rammed
thick bodies
thru barbed wire
seemed intent
on blocking.
Attention and Intention.
Both.
“Just do it”
a voice said.
And I did –
stone by stone,
crafting
a half moon circle
to rest upon a straight line.
Roaring March winds
tangled hair into knots
nipples stood erect on my breast.
The sun burned my
shoulders as a
dream flooded my
imagination,
creating form
from visual clarity.
As I worked
I saw Lizards
who would
hide in the cracks,
flaming scarlet
beans
and burnt orange
nasturtiums
climbing skyward
or cascading over
ungainly stone,
bean trees or
waterfalls
vining their way
Earthward
to creep along
the desert floor.
I finished the wall
with an odd sense
of completion.
Through this work
I had taken
a stand against
indifference,
dismissal,
violation,
invasion
and self doubt.
I hoped my actions
would be enough
to fracture an old pattern.
Being taken over by others
obliterates the power of
this Child – Woman’s Light.
