Track 02 – Granny Pearl

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Granny Pearl (2:04)

A rocking woman . . . by her bed . . . wound a ball of years and thread;

A lifetime knitting through her head . . . of chances lost and sons since dead.

As free as a laugh, she hid our fears beneath the light dance of her apron;

And she ate hope like it was air.

She often rested in slow measures . . . her gift was never needing more;

And I am grateful to have simply known her . . . to have breathed her fragrance in.

Unchanged in a lifetime, the mountains sloped into her fields . . .

Where the fruit trees danced as notes upon a score.

The sky’s saprobic quilt . . .  spread o’er her like a sea . . .

And sleep dropped upon her . . . like a drizzle.

The summer’s breeze slaps me back . . . bellies me up like an old friend;

I see her ancestors, like piles of wishes, riding upon the backs of clouds . . .

She knew that stillness was the first breath of Eternity . . .

As she sideways kicked up her heels . . . to the end of Time.