After the Funeral I Create My Own Ritual
author’s note:
I have nothing against traditional rituals.
I say: whatever works for you.
AFTER THE FUNERAL I CREATE MY OWN RITUAL
Until late that afternoon...
I sent those small smooth round stones
skipping in delightful arcs
across the still water:
some making seven or eight or more hops--
others...only three or four
while a few, I regret to say
went ka-plunk
without jumping even once.
With every throw
I imagined that stone
excited to fly--joyful
then, whatever the outcome
content to sink, to rest
to be back with the lake.
When my arm finally said
okay--enough
I drove home in acceptance:
the beginnings of a peace.
you tube channel
Dancing to Raven’s Song: a novel
© 2022, Michael R. Patton
I have nothing against traditional rituals.
I say: whatever works for you.
AFTER THE FUNERAL I CREATE MY OWN RITUAL
Until late that afternoon...
I sent those small smooth round stones
skipping in delightful arcs
across the still water:
some making seven or eight or more hops--
others...only three or four
while a few, I regret to say
went ka-plunk
without jumping even once.
With every throw
I imagined that stone
excited to fly--joyful
then, whatever the outcome
content to sink, to rest
to be back with the lake.
When my arm finally said
okay--enough
I drove home in acceptance:
the beginnings of a peace.
you tube channel
Dancing to Raven’s Song: a novel
© 2022, Michael R. Patton
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