full house by Teri H Hoover
A house chimney stands immovable,
amongst clouds masquerading as smoke.
Like children losing interest;
they twirl and tumble,
Bump and scatter.
.Process notes: Upon waking; still lying in bed I look out the window to see clouds swirling around my neighbors chimney, in the lovely morning light. So I wrote the first two lines. It seemed unfinished because I wanted to say more about the clouds and how they seemed like children to me. It was not until mid morning, when my grown children and their spouses started gathering in the kitchen. I was drawn to remembering how, when small, they bounced and twirled. Then I was able to finish my small stone.
