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.