Amy Secrist

Tag: perspective

  • Filling the Vase

    I used to stand in our galley kitchen, feet planted in tadasana, peeling the tough skin from grapes and cutting the pulp into quarters, and I marveled at my blessings. Today I stand in the same kitchen, haphazardly in tadasana, making quesadillas baking cookies while the babe pops in from the yard with dandelions and clover for my vase,…

  • Arcing Horizon

    When we drive our repetitive routes through town, my littlest shares her thoughts, “When I see far-away I think of Grandma and is that Grandma’s house…?” I look over the pavement, the fields, to the conifer-covered hills and think, I am on a hill far away, too.

  • Snowskeletons

    Glowing in the moonlight, hollowing, their bulk shriveling in the melting temperatures, their now blank faces staring into nothing, hats sinking, scarves sagging, skinny necks and empty shoulders speak of scarcity. Now their stickarms point downward from their bellies. Collecting in the sunlight, sparkling, shrouds of fresh snow in the freezing temperatures, their ice bones…