Keeping Still

Keeping still is something I learned or acquired later in life. I used to be on the move constantly, always looking for things to do. Now I can (or need to) relax more often. There is this little bench that my daddy built down by the lake. He used to sit there and muse (that's what my mamma called it) for hours at a time. As a boy I thought he was wasting valuable time. Now I see the merit in reflection and study of all things real and imaginary. I am not sure if I believe in muses or even know what they are, but I do feel something directing my thoughts when I set and look out over the lake. I once heard a man say he felt there was a story he needed to tell, but he just didn't have the skill or ability to do justice to his thoughts. This man is dead and gone and as far as I know he never acted on this calling to tell his thoughts. He left a story or stories on the table. Maybe no one would have read or appreciated his words, but we will never know that, will we?

Tales of Harper, short stories and poems about the fictional town of Harper, Mississippi is available on Amazon Kindle