A starfish in the crystal vase has found its place at home.
The rocks from my grandmother's garden
Were lost two moves ago.
If you were to go to Georgia O'Keeffe's home
where her studio window framed the mountain plateau
You'd see its ledge all lined with stones.
My cousin lines them up like so, the same.
My grandmother's rocks told of where she'd been
and of what she found so lovely.
The art and beauty is in the seeing of the things.
O'Keeffe once said that it didn't matter
how many places you had been
what seemed to make the difference, then,
was what you made of the experience.
The collected stones,the sun-baked bones were echoed in her art.
Henry Moore, the sculptor, was inspired by river-smoothed stones.
Like O'Keeffe, he saw the beauty in the curves.
The star, a symbol, made it home, unbroken,
to join a touch-stone out of place alone upon the table.
How nice, I have collected stones from Italy and some us states, i love to look at them and remember the places I have been and the ones i am going to.
Posted by: katkat | February 13, 2007 at 05:10 PM