Fragment of a Mountain

There were mountains in those days,
in those places. Taller ones
than we see there now, with caves
and crevices, cracks and faults,
edged with life that roots and breaks.
We were singing, “Were you there
when the stone was rolled away?”
before the priest said, “Listen
to the stones. They speak. They say
words we need to hear. Listen.”
Is it like being cells? Ways
in which broken stones recall
thoughts from which they broke away.

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2 responses to “Fragment of a Mountain

  1. I loved geomorphology. The stories in the rocks and landscape. Amazing detective stories.

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