Two Sticks


two sticks
upon the ground
are more real to me than
all the shining hosts of angels
and saints

Written in honor of Stephen Crane’s birthday. Those of you who stop in regularly know how I love Crane’s work–my blog is titled after a line of his, after all! While he never wrote cinquains (as far as I know) this piece is in the spirit of his poetry. I hope he would approve.



(Image taken from here)

I walk along the bank
of Tumble Creek,

No, I really
should be honest.
I’m just wandering about,

stopping to look
at whatever interests me—
which can be

meditation, especially
if one’s heart
rests in the chest

heavy, round, settled,
like a pumpkin
in a silent field.