Saturday, April 05, 2008


photo: Peak Cavern, Castleton, Derbyshire.

Centuries of meandering deposit
an ever growing claw
clings to the rock
as parent water wanders on
at gravity’s behest.
A speck of nothingness
bonds with another, one more
modicum of growth.
In this forge, where time has no dominion,
the significance of minutiae rules.
Glazed strands,
statues of cascading yesterdays,
their variegated fingers
probe and amuse
taking fantasies of imagination
joy riding on whims.
And what of me ?
Will my passing life,
having touched the rock,
leave some small remembrance
to enhance the scene left behind
as I return to the dust of Adam ?

1 comment:

Cami said...

That's an excellent question, and one I strive toward with positive hope, by His grace alone!