This that is ancient and changed

boulders vanishing

washed and washed

to nothing.

Hermits en masse

and

supporting legions.

Bird without a feather

stones that cling to life

bodies without souls.

Present

anonymous

borrowed and used

left

alone.

Cradled in icy violence

to thrive.

She & Him

boulders

washed and washed

into the groove of another

jagged

smooth and yielding.

Eyes of sky

flaxen hair

hands that twine

soulful bodies.

Present

known

shared and cherished

together still.

Cradled in sanctity

to thrive.

Like the sea.

Colleen Sohn