Friday, 25 July 2008

Crossing the Field

I found myself seeing
through impossible eyes
a time when to remember
was a thing of the past

when there were only stones
- no grass - and a depression
where the stream once ran.

I can offer you no reassurance
except to say the sky
still touches everything.

(c)Dominic Rivron 2008


rani said...

Lovely fluid lines that speak of a certain timelessness.

Dominic Rivron said...

Thanks for the comment. I wrote this after walking across a field near where I live and imagining quite vividly what it might be like way, way into the future: a time when nothing organic was left, and there were only rocks and sky. A stream runs through the field and it struck me it might leave a depression in the surface.

Loren said...

I particularly like that last stanza.

Rachel Fox said...

I like this one. 'Impossible eyes' most of all...and the end.