Written by -M. Taggart
Did we think we couldn’t gather God-
Ocean waves, the constant knell;
a reminder, like a footprint.
and our response is measured
Mud shares a memory with a boot,
like sand near water; the print
sees as much under, as we see above.
And here I lay, observing a rock,
while I gather my mind to love
what I’ve seen, again and again,
and to thank this rock is what
I need to understand.
The approaching night
casts a bronzed horizon
for any who would like to try.