Reunion

By the weeping wall.

Near the wall of weeping stones there are reminders. So much happens beyond the light. One day, someone decides that the wall deserves more of our attention, and we gather nearby. In the process, we leave parts of our lives in wrong places. 

–––A full basket of laundry, for example, in the middle of the hallway in the courthouse; a bucket of dishes in the fountain of the business park. Someone thinks, why not? and we get to washing them and now all we need is food. Someone calls their cousins to bring the grill. It is suggested that here is not the place for that, and the suggestion is collectively ignored. Unbuttoning his shirt, a guard offers tables. They’re inside, he tells us. Groups bring them out. 

We cover them with cloth, candles, decorative plates, bottles of liquid, prayer cards, poems. Now that we have altars, the musicians begin. Once we have music, others arrive. Now we are a large circle by the weeping wall.  A naked child runs laughing to the nearby ducks, outstretched hands and fingers splayed. An official story has ruptured before its conclusion and it falls in the center of our circle, bleeding song.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

7 thoughts on “Reunion”

  1. What an imagistic mash-up Stacey. I like the lines about the grill and the phrasing “collectively ignored,” and the arrangements that follow. Makes me think, love that. Thank you for sharing! Big fan of stone walls too. Makes me miss the remote parts of Scotland I’ve scoured, and thoughts of far-distant people and times. Be well…

      1. They’ll still be there (and look the same)! Orkney Islands!

  2. Ellie Carpenter – United Kingdom – Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ... ... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full. I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊
    Ellie Thompson says:

    I love this piece, Stacey. It conjures up all sorts of fascinating images in my mind as I read it. My favourite parts are where you describe – A full basket of laundry, for example, in the middle of the hallway in the courthouse; a bucket of dishes in the fountain of the business park. I can picture that so clearly as I write. Wonderful visions. I hope you are well. Xx 💕

    1. Ellie. I am so glad this images resonated with you. They tickled me a bit when they showed up. Sending you love : )

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