Under Stone

I have remembered you, in time
it’s passing. my arms tend to wrap air
on bright mornings and welcome
the rapid succession of days.

Evaporation is happening faster than
growth and I must rely on children to
lift these stones from the ground
reveal where life tends to hide
subtle, moist and immortal beyond the day.

Do we become none, fallen into memories.
Imprisoned by what could have been.
I am easily moved by a premise,
by a body, what to expect in the face of silence
unearthed, naked, body open below the sun
utterly silent and still.

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18 thoughts on “Under Stone

  1. Lovely poem, Kate!
    I especially loved the lines: “Do we become none, fallen into memories.
    Imprisoned by what could have been.” A brilliant thought here.. πŸ™‚

  2. Well you did it again Kate πŸ™‚ This piece is awesome, human mortality beautifully captured in words that can only be woven by you. Ecopoetry at its finest here. I must say, your works are waaaaaaaaaay better than some of the published ecopoets out there πŸ˜‰ #justsaying

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