Just as I was despairing of spotting a small stone today, I sat down and stayed still. Hey presto, the small stone came into focus – it’s not described as a moment of close attention for no reason!

When I started to write about this instant, it seemed to fall naturally into the form of a Folding Mirror poem along a crease line separating the physical reality from the metaphor.

time to wonder

the cuckoo clock hook
hangs weightless
an upside-down question mark
waiting for
an answer to catch

You can check out more about the Folding Mirror form at: http://fmpoetry.wordpress.com/ and small stones and the River of Stones at: http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/.