Unchanging --

I have broken through the blistering Surf

unkempt with Iron longing and Surmise;

here to find my place in this our Earth

under bright and ever-changing Skies –

a willow bows to ground here at my Feet

the tendril roots snaking through the Dirt

bent upwards out and knotted to the Beat

of shattered rock, of monumental Hurt –

what phantoms walk these shores with Us

gathering bodies in the glistening Rain? –

can we be ground here into Dust,

receptacle of an uncertain Pain?

It is not to reason why or how we Come;

just to know our hearts beat now as One . . .