Stonelands by Paark

Found in the eternities we touch
in our short span,
the story is about creating art with friends and
learning to celebrate our lives
beneath the stars
within time (deep time, they call it)
and space (gaping, generous)

without knowing exactly where
we are
only that we're a part of it all,
moving all at once and
holding hands.

What's love in the face of cavernous, endless time?
What's togetherness and why
does it seem to force the wideness
closer?

Walking among the canyons, the flats and the forests, we're
grateful for the friends born far closer to us than the stones,
and to share them

With another, breaking solitude,
we sculpt our silence:
telling the stories
(was I in love?)
we're learning to tell ourselves
(do we choose it?)

The story is about tributaries pulsing through arteries.
the wind, and:
"to me, this place is sacred".

Sun (the light we turned on again) is
reflecting back and forth from the sky to the earth
to the sky to the earth to the sky to the earth again
again and again and again and again

-Brinn

Drink Deep Of Your Life