The Running World

We just started hiking down from the firetower on Elmore Mountain when a storm blew up. Descending quickly, my older daughter led, and I followed last. As I rounded a curve in the narrow, rock-strewn trail, the side abruptly dropped away into gray clouds. On a decent day, a sweeping view of the lake below and the mountains in the distance opens out at this point. This afternoon, an immense wave of rain blew toward us. My nephew, just ahead, turned around and shouted, It’s beautiful!

All down that trail, we hurried, the trees bending over us, dark and dripping as a Middle Earth cave, the mountain alive around us: so much water.

From Julia Shipley who read at The Galaxy Bookshop tonight:


This one the color
of my shoulder in winter,
and this one, my shoulder in summer.

No seam no pock no
porthole, smooth as oil.

The surface curve:
just the tip and a buttock,

silent as a horn in the trunk,
how many times can we give

what’s formed inside us–
Never? Always? Once?

Photo by Molly S.

Photo by Molly S.

About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s