Sunday Small Stone 131

burning palm
perfume lays
heavy wreath
on spiky fur, light bones

—grey crown on grey stripes
of kitten playing
pavement’s lumps and bends

I love writing small stones.

Sunday Small Stone 128

sand grains in different
sizes fade
into faded vision—the blue
-brown lagoon waves also fade
in steadied breath

I love writing small stones.

I had the first lesson of the PADI Open Water course I’m taking today, and I had a few moments of panic at first; I had to stand up because it felt hard to breathe, as if the water were pressing too hard and closing in—but by the time we swam around a bit, things came more easily. I can’t wait for the real dives. I can’t wait to go deep.