I OWN something better! It’s smaller but more exquisite. John brought this tiny jewel to me, one hand hovering, cupped over the other, and as he slowly lifted his top hand, with solemnity, I saw something very bright that bounced a glint of sunlight into my eye. It balanced on the tip of his finger; something radiating green light from within, like a night time neon bar sign and he took my hand. He placed his finger to one of mine and the thing stepped onto my fingernail and settled down arching her two antennas over her back.
After three minutes I took her outside and let her hop on a blade of grass. I own a baby grasshopper.
Least you think “own” is the incorrect term, let me ask you this: if you THOUGHT you owned a big, glassy looking, important rock would you take your gem stone out your front door, place it in the grass, come back in to paint a picture? Would your mind’s eye enjoy your jewel forever or be tormented? Who owns whom?nancymauerman.com