What follows in a piece of free writing that I did two weekends ago after a Hike and Write workshop. I have not yet gotten to edit, but thought I would publish what ten minutes of uninterrupted stream of consciousness writing produced. I was happy with the results. Now, to fine tune it. Tell me what you like best about this piece. Tell me what you don’t like at all. Thanks!
There you sit motionless, moulded by time, water, and wind.
Silence surrounds you and adds to your immobility.
sparkle in the sunlight on each surface jutting out of the ground.
Some smooth, some rough, all are cold to my hand as I reach out to feel their texture.
Hard, Solid, Immobile, Half buried in the earth beneath where you sit, forming a
man-made, irregular border around man-made objects –
Urged by a thought I want to lift you from your
assigned spot in the border and categorize you
in order of another yet, arbitrary man-made set of features –
Your silent beauty attracts my curiosity.
How long have you been here in this place?
Where were you before the spot in the border
became the place you live?
What’s hidden beneath you?
Cemented in place by the hand of man,
only to move again when he desires.
All beautiful, all unique.
All stuck in place unless they get a chance to once again be moved –
By Chaos in our Environment.
Still as you are, as only you can be.