poetry days

when my dear friend and i block off an entire day to nosh, write, and read poetry out loud, magic happens (as well as much laughter).  on our most recent soul nourishing day, we chose a quote from this book as our poetry prompt.

here's my response...

"stones propose another sense of time"--kathleen jamie

i

tracing

fissures, silent ever-present cut from and smoothed by endless

patient battering, we would cry out too if we held that much witness

skip us across the surface waters if you can (built up, eroded, but never

destroyed) entire crevasses in your palm because history will always leave a trace

ii

returning

listen to the stars, touch this ground 

there is so much distance between you and primal

remove your shoes, view monoliths from space, these

stones amassing time by sun's exacting harvest to the 

month and day, essential

iii

outliving

magma's magnetic core coursing through our veins 

minerality in a thousand colors, faces drawn to cairns 

along the path, entire fields of tree roots fed by ancient

blood saying we were here, we were here and so to see you

is to let you go, sacred ground regathered

ls