The Mossy Rock and the Avocado Seed

small edit 3/22/2021

We came to rest

on a mossy rock

old as the island itself,

It was cool and smooth

like a polished worn shoe.

We spread our towels on

and prepared for our feast

ham, bologna, 

cheese and dijon.

Everything a hiker 

could want

and more

We chatted lightly and laughed

as we tossed an avocado seed.

Oh, How I smiled 

when the thought

passed through 

my head-

It was a beautiful day

much like a dream.

And I couldn't help 

but notice how

your honey skin reflected 

green from the canopy,

your hair danced 

with the sunlight

through the breeze-

and how I 

could have stayed there

with you on 

that mossy rock

until that seed

matured into a tree.

April 12, 2004

Reviews

[Seriana]

Oh wow, this is such a beautiful tale, a moment you've no doubt captured in your mind of something special to you. And isn't that just the way it works? Wanting to stay until that tree matures? Wondeerfully written, and I love the title!

[Hawaiian_fire]

Thank you seriana for you kind words. I draw from present and past experiences, if only to mark a memory, a feeling, a hope, a heartbreak. I look forward to reading more of your work!

[Seriana]

That's a beautiful way to do so, like a verbal snapshot. I like that!