Adriana.K.Maxwell
Tadpole wriggles and thinks it is a fish, rejoices when its fins grow longer, panics when its tail disappears, turning into somethings its never seen, sure that this is going all wrong.
Little sparrow hops around, loud with his wants, bold in the birdfeeder until the red-winged blackbird comes along.
Cactus sits, spines protecting its water, swollen with yesterday's abundance, storing up for who-knows-how-many tomorrows.
It is a choice of permanence vs possibility, choosing when and where to put a sticker. Once placed, you can no longer move it or it fall away and not stick to anything. But until you place it, it can never fulfill its destiny.
The cabin sits way back in the woods, so far you can no longer see the road. Jeremy liked to play they were on a remote island in a sea of trees, Alice always ran ahead to look for spiders and examine the window frames for strange bugs.
Lanterns bob like fireflies along the riverbank, children looking for hidden secrets, for the whispers of the night, pet fire carried against the dark
The peach tree laden, one branch almost severed from the weight, drooping to the grass, bees buzzing around the sweetness
Ribbon wraps over small fingers, tying it in the perfect bow over twisty-coiled hair, shimmering braids in the crown of girlhood
Pancakes sit in stacks. The lady in the market booth makes them large and fluffy, serves them with sweetened condensed milk.
Fade softly, color into color, shade to shade, wave retreating, sand drying, disappearing so slowly you don't know until it is gone
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