Rock fitted silence
to its tense profile.
At night stillness shrank back
to the opaque scheme of space.
Rock wore down, weighed
by an unfathomable presence
and absorbed the ruminations
of grubby hungering men.
In the shimmer of spirit, rock
shaped portals, amphitheaters
over which now kindred stars
shone gentler and closer.
Stones nestled together
against storms of silence
arched their backs, laced a garden
grew out of wilderness
stepped into infinity
held up against the foam of impulse
on rows of burly pillars
soldiers of the crypt.
Colonnades, courtyards,
opal eye windows hid
yet sought green-hooded forest
mobbed with cunning creatures.
In dim corners where
log fires had left a glint
the unclaimed charm of
magic softened the stone.
Stephanie V Sears is a French and American ethnologist, free-lance journalist, essayist and poet whose poetry recently appeared in Linq, Cha, Nimrod, Literary Orphan, Calliope, The Rufous City, Third Wednesday, Eastlit…..
