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
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
posted by Yes at 11:56 AM
7 Comments:
I am a soberer man grown two shades more somber now because of mosses. Perchance I lichen after all.
such unassuming plants... yet such power. You have captured the timelessness!
mon cher perci--More shady than before? Ce n'est pas possible!
gracie--oh, I like that! You have said it all--
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!!
pat... quit rolling if you want to gather moss!!
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!
If you could only see beneath the picture line. Gracie, I've never rolled stoned in my entire life--as best I can remember.
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