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  1. Karuna
    March 11, 2017 @ 5:01 pm

    On this path

    Rocks pressured into being, ground down, reformed
    Boulders, encased in ice, dragged
    For thousands of centuries, scouring the earth, diminished
    And dropped

    Wind blasting, water dripping, insect wings brushing
    Inexorable

    On this path

    Moss cushioning and fungus flaming almost
    As brightly coloured as these rocks of other times embedded
    In this gleaming quartz boulder
    Its memories preserved long before the first human footprints
    Before the first human stories of this place –
    The Indian lovers leaping to their deaths
    The injured plane crash survivor miraculously fishing to live
    Before even the non-human stories
    The stumps – once forests of creatures living and dying here
    Five hundred thousand years before our coming

    A billion years to make a rock!
    A billion years to crush it to sand!
    All so beautiful that you have to laugh
    Around your breaking heart

  2. Ilona
    March 24, 2017 @ 6:31 pm

    That was fun! When you said, ‘one more minute’, I was stunned. I was sure I’d only been writing a few seconds!

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