Stonehenge…the stones know…my poem
they do not tell…
Stonehenge
We look like a circle of stones.
We know why we stand here
but we do not tell,
perhaps we knew the beginning of time,
time means so little to us,
the ages come and go,
our circle stands, unmoving,
reflecting each break of day,
embracing the dawn of dawns,
remembering the chants of long ago,
accepting the credulous chatter
that fills our spaces,
accepting the lightest touch
of each fingertip
that seeks so many answers
to so many questions,
knowing that we exalt pure stillness,
indeed, knowing that the lintels
betray the ignorance
of beguiled masons,
knowing that we
are the upright fingers of the gods
that point to havens
above the sky,
knowing that we may rest on earth
until the unknown end of time.
December 28, 2024
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