A Poem a Day (474): Erosion

 
Erosion
 
Two went out
but only one returned.
 
He trips on fault,
refusing to say a word.
 
Lost among giants
towering over landscapes
 
ripped and engineered
by erosion’s hands.
 
They say prayers at night,
wondering where she is,
 
begging for a little help
where silence now lives.
 
We see her face online,
smiles for the camera,
 
so carefree and happy.
Where could she be?
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, September 16, 2021