words in mind

nothing that's a poem:



only i revisited a stone foundation

don't recall if it had been the tavern or a barn

or the seed of a town shaded out by a larger one



looked again at the gaping spaces

between precarious stones which would be a rock pile

were they not working together to remain suspended



saw for the first time that

between confidence-inspiring gray granite boulders

were disheveling slips of vivid red sandstone

being slowly crushed by their heavy companions

and weathered unequally between their feathery layers -

but such color!



crumbling to fresh red faces

sparkling with mica glitter

shimmying off the slow-growing grey-green mica

that clings to the granite like the stubble of an old man's beard

warming the body of the foundation, that red sandstone

like bright flowers in a barren field



was it found in this native ground

or did it travel from its own special earth

to inhabit this place



to flutter down reddening

and adding its mica light

to the dark soil?



i took a walk, that's all.