I sat alone on a snowy, high bank of the river
one cold winter night beneath a panoply of stars,
pondering if I could make happen what seemed impossible,
take a solitary pick of manifold stones, transplant it
from here to there, and thereby divert how the river flowed; could make it swerve from this way to that way,
could shift it sideways even a tiny bit.
Gazing down at the flowing, ice-crusted water,
dark and deep, gleaming ripples by starscape,
I mused that it would have to matter more
than letting it run as it was, that even a handspan over
would be a better thing; might save someone a fall;
help a frog or fish, let grow a flower, detect lost treasure
in the sudden mud that would sparkle and be found,
like friendship, like a froth of joy, like dreams manifested—
Believe it and let go from my closed fist
a stone specially chosen for this earth-changing
so that it rolled down to the river, splashed and settled
fast at home amongst those many others;
Ah! I saw clearly then under that scintillant sky,
the truth was that it requires not just a single stone—
though that is how it always must begin—
but myriad, with many hopes and many hearts,
and the river will surely move.
About the Creator
Theresa McGarry
Astronomy buff, NASA fan, I began writing science fiction at age eleven. I sold two science fiction stories and was a Finalist in the Writers of the Future. I was an award-winning scriptwriter for the audio Star Trek fan series, Defiant.
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