A Stranger Paradise

I, for one, to describe ‘7' prefer the epic stillness of a land after the flood. Little and bigger objects slowly float by on their way to grand rapids. The roofs of houses stand praying in the mirrorlike waters. Each little thing is animated, speaks with a different voice. The big rains, the roaring of the invading waters have gone, but if you listen close enough, they are there. Of course each one of you might hear a different story. Ours is from long ago.