“I carry it all with me, in the quiet pools and strong currents of my being. I fill my hands with the black dirt left by the river’s birth. I believe that what I hold in my hands is memory: like the river, it takes what it touches, carrying it along until all that remains is the bed over which the water flows.”
― Kim Barnes, In the Wilderness: Coming of Age in Unknown Country
Photograph: © StephiaMadelyne
Park Slope, Brooklyn
How beautiful.
Yes, Steven ~ that quote really struck me as well… Poetic prose.