3/16/2023 – in that stony face

Deep in the woods
My mind wanders
Beneath the dry leaves underfoot
Beneath the roots knotting
Beneath the critters crawling
Beneath the rains seeping
Beneath the very bedrock
Upon which it all stands

And there under the life I know
I find a life I do not
One of centuries

But still I recognize
And see in that stony face
My own

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