Lifting Stones

This is an odd occupation.

Lift a stone to see what’s beneath,

Write a few heavy words,

Stare at the

Damp past,

Watch secrets scuttle,

Blinking in unwelcome light.

Lift the words, too, that want to

Dawn with each day

And pile them in a cairn, mark the

Trail and keep on.

No idea if another solitary pilgrim will chance past,

Maybe years from now,

Pause a moment, then

Reveal their own hidden things, share,

Lift a stone,

Add to the record.

Move on.

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