Tuesday, 30 November 2021


My Body as Rock Creek Park

by Deborah Hefferon


My body meanders through

the city on a sweet braided network

of nectar-reconnaissance:                                               wild,


wooded, quarried, and scrambled.

Smooth as packed sandy soil,

its eroded banks echo a Kingfisher’s scolding.


My body is like the shallow cap

of the red oak’s acorn, a patchwork

of outcroppings, panic grass and nettles,


rising to the crowns of white oaks,

strumming with cicadas,                                             darting

among blue damselflies.


Half a billion-year-old rippled

rock angles through polypody ferns

and paw paw                                         leaping              down to the wooded


stream valley, splashing into clarity.

My body is a therapist, a refuge,

a samara                                               whirling                        in full flower          and in bud.       


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Deborah Hefferon is a recently retired cross-cultural communication trainer in Washington DC who morphed into a full time writer during the pandemic. She has had poems and essays published in Prospectus: A Literary Offering (spring 2021), Teach. Write.: A Writing Teachers’ Literary Journal (Spring-Summer 2021), District Lines (Winter 2018, Politics & Prose, Washington, DC), Ekphrastic Review (2020), Story64anderbo.comThe Washington Post Sunday Magazine, and other print and online publications.


  1. Lovely to read and see as a sculpture!

  2. The arrangement on the page mimics the Rock Creek topography--well done!

  3. Such beautiful imagery! Brava, my friend.

  4. Hooray for you and thank you for making amazing images from my lovely Rock Creek Park. Yes, Brady and I think of it as "ours." Congratulations!