Participants at Two Writing Teachers will recognize the idea, of choosing one little word to reflect upon throughout a year. Here is a little exploration of my word- drift.
The wooden crate slides off the trawler and smashes into the sea.
Duckies rise up by the thousands and bob, travel currents and waves.
Some travel almost forever, it takes that long for sun and salt to disintegrate them.
Some get beached. There are so many linear feet of shoreline on our earth.
A very few get found, remarked upon, seen.
A mother wonders what her words mattered, a teacher does the same.
How egregious were our mistakes, can they be forgiven?
What is even remembered? Of all the small deeds,
all the words, what will be found
on the shore of someone’s memory?