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.”
