Jar of Stars
Murmuring woods called at night. The window in my art loft was open, and I heard them. Was it the call of the wild? No, it was the woods. They wanted company at night. I got up, pulled on some walking clothes, and headed out. Stars spangled the sky like thoughts when you decided to meditate. But as I progressed into the woods, the trees hid the stars.
The woods at night are peaceful. While I kept an eye out for Aletta’s imagination, it was not afoot (or a’hatchet) tonight, and I was not afraid. But looking up, I saw only the dark collage of a leaf cover.
“Murmuring Woods,” I asked, “Can you help me see the stars?”
In the next step, my toe stubbed something round and bright. I bent down to pick it up. Murmuring woods had sent me a jar of stars. I knew it was not mine to keep, but it was both a way to light the path and a joy to hold.
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(c) Quinn McDonald, 2007