Over My Head
I watched the Big Dipper rise And Orion set As the stars Spun 'round Above my head
The stones Tall Figures Holding council in the dark While firelight dances And waves and arcs.
The birdsong is quiet And held close to the ground In this otherwise silent Place with small sounds.
Just the occasional coo Of a mating white dove; The cries of the crows As they pass above.
Everything here is over your head The Stars The Birds The Rocks Who once said, "Not even we will stand For Eternity in this land."