…the miracles
Life rushes
over rocks and stones
that have lain
at rest too long
constantly wind blown
ever worn
and weathered
by times’
ageing practice
of slow decay
shaped
by waters’ hone
or worn
long ages past, by sand
until at last
shaken loose
falling
where each falls
time lifts them
from the riverbed
of endless
possibilities
their hidden secrets
no-one knows
layered deeply
a sense
of immense time
the far reach
of uncounted years
still saved within
contributing
to their perfection
these mysteries
they form
are never destroyed
each stone
in its’ time
its’ secrets will reveal
therein
lies a memory
unknowingly left behind
like signatures
turned in the hand
these are the miracles
that reveal
an ancient knowledge
and ignite a spark of life
© Ann Bagnall
