Tom Hennen

“We examine each day before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn't the one I've been looking for.”

“Smelling A Stone In The Middle Of WinterI can't rememberWhat gravel and weeds look like.This little stone becomes importantAnd starts to act big.I expect it to orbit the kitchen stoveAny minute now.Near my noseIt getsBigger and biggerUntil it's a mountainI'm lost on.This stone is differentThan the stone that grinds me downAll dayAt work.This stoneSmells like the inside of your dressOn a spring afternoon.It's the hard feeling in my stomachWhen I'm talking nonsense to you.This stone is so invitingEveryone wants to walk right into itAnd become a fossil.”