I step on family
graves with the wonder of what lies under,
tracing my finger
around the curve of names carved in oh so
solid granite and earth that seems to hold everything below,
solid granite and earth that seems to hold everything below,
static and dense in
darkness, but standing here is breath and air.
Later along the
river in strange formations,
water music had pounded
gray rocks crossed with white veins
into
bowls and cups brimming with crushed shells.
Small remnants of
what seems to hold everything above
in some calcium
offering of continuum, here, there, now, gone.
Last night there
were bones spread across dark earth,
smooth
femurs and clavicles illuminating the landscape,
buried white
gardens made visible in this one dream
full of radiance from bright stone in black sky.
full of radiance from bright stone in black sky.
As I curl up in a
half moon with head on elbow
I
feel my oh so temporary self in skin, muscle, bone
beating heart,
ancient bloodline pulsing as
soft feathers touch me lightly.
soft feathers touch me lightly.
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