A Poem a Day (241): Stones crossing

 

Stones crossing

The stars lay out a path for owls
To follow, silver-laced in dripping skies,
A helter-skelter patter of lost legends
Flickering on and off like a TV screen.

I feel the chill stones under fingertips,
Adrift, between so many sleeping heads,
Their beds long dissolving, nettled out,
Weeds seeking to crack, find a way in.

Only me and these names converse
As if life and death blur somehow,
And you can’t leave one or the other,
Or so the stars point out to me.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 13, 2020