Stories by Caitlin Perry

The creek soothes me to sleep
rushing so steady, so constant, so soft and firm
calming yet exhilarating

trying to describe what's best left unsaid
this essence, this beauty, this serenity,
Surrender

let go of the mind's chatter
hear the creek
as she tumbles, froths, rounding rocks
her song simple, eternal
life sustaining

carry our worries away
our seeds to fertile soils

do your waters rejoice when you meet the lake?
a long ago friend?
you've been here before
another life time, another cycle
Here. Now, again
a second of forever

dip, dip, little grey dipper
dip, dip, dunk
is that fallen log your home?
it's beautiful!

so perfect this place, this moment

golden green moss cloaks, almost everything
if I sat here long enough, maybe me too
if I lay down to die
upon this carpet
a blanket would grow over my bones one day

but for now life like this river
flows through my veins
through my feet and hands and head
a conduit from the cosmos to the earth
and somewhere in between my soul, body, and mind reside
                                  discovering
                                            a balance,
                                                 a peace.

Meadow

Meadowed Madness
An escape
from the city's
sickening sanity.

Lie down
let go, let your body, soul, mind
sink
into, against
The earth
tall grasses
to hide amongst
to soar with the wind
where the seed fluffs
spread
to new beginnings, to fertile soils

Perfectly Meadowed
Meadowed to Perfection.
flowers for fairies and fantasies
daises for chains around bare bodies
resting, happy, amongst breasts, supple.

Meadow for mellow moments.
For day dreaming
Clouds drifting, imaginations painting new beginnings
ancient places, others have lay here before.

Joy soaring, with the birds, our feathered friends.
Come play. come skip. come laugh. the meadow sings, whispering
along the canopy of grasses and Queen Anne’s Lace
against your ear, kissing your face.
Come play and smile your golden, delicious, sun shine, smile.