Sit
on a rock
and
stare
across
the water
and
the road
to
the bluff,
limestone
and
rock soaring
to
the sky
blue
and hard.
Consider
the effort
required
to
carve and layer
these mounds of rock.
these mounds of rock.
Wonder if God’s hands
got
dusty.
Lovely. Thank you for both picture an poem. (And I've read the first two of the Dilts trilogy - good, good stuff. Thank you again.)
ReplyDelete"if God's hands got dusty......." Yeah, I wonder.
ReplyDeleteNice images.