The stolidness of stone
Like the lichen clings to granite
Like the frost adheres to lichen
But the cold wind soon enough warms
While all life passes in time
And even the granite
Breaks down to pebbles
Then sand, then dust
Lifted by the wind
But the cold wind soon enough warms
While all life passes in time
And even the granite
Breaks down to pebbles
Then sand, then dust
Lifted by the wind
The places
The people
Who challenge them
Whether they succeed
Or fail
I have just the small talent
To capture in image
And evoke in word
An incomprehensible
Perfection
In the day
This hulking grey
With windows dark
And broken glass
At night transforms
Bathed in warmth
A dinosaur preserve
In translucent amber
But there it is
The little jiggle
In the capturing moment
Where the house light doubles
Only I will notice, too
The crescent moved
As did the evening star
And the clouds
Until the gloom rolls in
And I see the distant lights
Across the unbridged gap
Understanding at last
The vulnerability
Of this small Islet of Me
Amiss in a vast
And lonely sea