Sunset

The horizon can be seen for many miles,

and what is in fact full of curves, appears a straight line...

Under our feet the magma flows and above our heads the moon pulls everything close

and we have learned how to take selfies

so we are never alone.

-Rebecca Cristante

Angel Oak

A visit to Angel Oak Tree and marshes near Charleston, South Carolina.

Lives are lived

and rivers flow.

Our thoughts

and feelings,

layers of current

stirring silt

and carving rock.

Eventually,

carrying us out to sea.

The creeks and streams     

like capillaries,

fortifying the spaces

inbetween.

Connecting air to flesh

to earth

like the roots

and leaves of a tree.

-Rebecca Cristante

creek poetry

Rebecca Cristante



We spent the afternoon sifting through our backyard creek.
Collection as follows:  eastern swallowtail butterfly, tulip poplar leaves, shoe sole, bic lighter, quartz crystal, and various unidentified clay rocks

Swallow tail wings were piled in great numbers, eaten by some creature who seems to collect them all in one spot to feast before discarding the leftovers.