Did we touch at the place, where rocked
\nremains, wrung hard against the sea.
\nOur backs turned inland, we cannot walk on,
\nuntil shaken from this past.
\nCaught in a picture, something of myself remains,
\nephemera, turned granite reason.<\/p>\n
It cuts us deep to try, we cannot move the rock.
\nWalk away, the grass and heather wet
\nto the knee, wait, then turn again.
\nLook back to a time when the mystery of this place
\nwas not despised, but celebrated for being.<\/p>\n
We no longer know the path, but someday
\nwill relearn the twists and hollows.
\nKind struggle up hill, rewarded as rain in the face.
\nFeelings deeper than thought, yet fleeting, hide here.
\nForget the years past, nothing can change this.
\nDon’t even try to cry, the headland neck, but, struggle.
\nConscious as ever of the memory.<\/p>\n
Windblown paths unpaved, we go back,
\nto where stones stand.
\nEncircled maiden, pipers offer no tune,
\nbut still the whispered doubts
\ncreep in. Don\u2019t try to understand,
\neven less explain, the Logan and it’s parsed peace.<\/p>\n
You’ll find no stance to push against your
\ntired gravity of time.
\nInevitably in its mystery you\u2019re trapped,
\nheld under the weight of rock, again crushed
\nby the weight of belonging.
\nStill, you\u2019ve changed and cannot go home.<\/p>\n
Here, childhood wonder returns,
\nto all the things you couldn\u2019t have,
\nimagined and made real.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Did we touch at the place, where rocked remains, wrung hard against the sea. Our backs turned inland, we cannot walk on, until shaken from this past. Caught in a picture, something of myself remains, ephemera, turned granite reason. It … Continue reading