The small man
For everyone he knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head when the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
Welcome, all you beautiful rowdy prisoners!
When has someone dropped you a key?
When have you dropped a key for someone?
One random commenter will get an autographed copy of the next Dragonfly short story, coming this spring!
You dropped the key of encouragement and belief that unlocked a novel (actually two!) in me. I dropped the key that unlocked two classrooms full of novelists. Love those keys!
That’s the great thing about keys… they multiply!
Sadly, cages do too.
But it only takes one key to break someone out of a lot of cages.
Heather (Richardson) Lacey said:
My sage is my key. He celebrates me, supports me, guides me, and frees me. He shines in my heart as the moon shines in my sky. I am no longer my own prisoner because of him.
Very beautiful, Heather. I’m glad you have such a one in your life!
Eric Alagan said:
Everytime I smile to a stranger, I drop a key. He can pick it up (smile back to me or to another) or ignore it (his loss, I reckon).
Strange is it not that people seek the door to happiness but ignore the key that opens the door.
Thank you for subscribing to my blog. I shall return to read more of your posts – Eric 🙂
Welcome to the site, Eric!
You’re right, many sit for years in front of a key (or even an unlocked door), afraid to go out.
Sometimes I’ve found keys that someone dropped years ago (and probably forgot about) that waited until just the right time when I was ready to use them.