April 10, 2010

NaPoWriMo #10

Stepping Stones

Logs slide downriver,
the same way seconds
drift off into hours. We jump
from rock to rock, shining stone
to shining stone across lazy,
long-haired water,
trying to keep our feet in the dry.
We speak, and the sound jumps
against the air
like hyperactive atoms. The river
swims around my feet carefully
under the sky.

5 comments:

Erin said...

I really love that description, "long-haired water."

Cassandra said...

Ditto Erin. It's gorgeous phrasing.

cuileann said...

long-haired water!

Edge said...

Erin pegged it. It should sound like an odd description, but it's perfect.

Jessie Carty said...

really wonderful combo of metaphors in this one! i haven't had a good metaphor in weeks!