Tuesday, January 23, 2007

mosses and lichens (for Percy, who'd rather not)

what is there to say
about our low population

flat as a beaten rug
short as a day
in your distracted mind

while overhead
we spread our banner
of velvet

a warning
out of shadow and dew

to those stiff stones
crushed and held together
with tar

one step only
away from soil

as boulders in centuries before

who have felt
our green clasping fingers

and are now
sand
in the endless drifting sea

7 Comments:

Blogger Paul said...

I am a soberer man grown two shades more somber now because of mosses. Perchance I lichen after all.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007 at 2:02:00 PM EST  
Blogger gracie said...

such unassuming plants... yet such power. You have captured the timelessness!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007 at 7:54:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

mon cher perci--More shady than before? Ce n'est pas possible!

gracie--oh, I like that! You have said it all--

Wednesday, January 24, 2007 at 12:52:00 AM EST  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Rocks and trees are so "naked" without their mosses and lichens. Wouldn't mind a little "covering" in the shade myself. You do spark the imagination with your words!!

Wednesday, January 24, 2007 at 7:59:00 AM EST  
Blogger gracie said...

pat... quit rolling if you want to gather moss!!

Wednesday, January 24, 2007 at 6:58:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Pat--Looks to me that you have plenty of "covering"--at least the parts that show...

gracie--Thar's telling him!
Can't have it both ways!

Wednesday, January 24, 2007 at 8:41:00 PM EST  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

If you could only see beneath the picture line. Gracie, I've never rolled stoned in my entire life--as best I can remember.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007 at 8:56:00 PM EST  

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