SILENT AND STEADY

 

SILENT AND STEADY
April 26, 2021
a picture poem 
written on-the-spot 

These stones 
have sat here for years,
perhaps centuries,
just silently praising 
where they are,
and their grayness,
and the goodness of winds
and darkness and 
shining daylight, 
and even the unfolding
of sorrow in human lives,
since the stones know
it will surely pass,
and sitting will still 
be what they will do.