some days

some days emerge fossilized and stratified

revealing undercurrents of flow interrupted

time weights

broken as shakers shook

lying busted

 

some days sit rocky

heavy and ponderous

but hardly impervious

hardly

 

some days are ground

down

ground

into pieces

minutely

into beaches

where time

ebbs

 

some days are the moment

the tide is full

directionless

waiting for a pull from a slingshot dance

 

some days skip

flat rocks slapping

wet kisses at ten minutes to midnight

 

some days are always rocky

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

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