Erratic
By Sarah Schrock
There is a rock from
Here to there
It sits alone, waiting, weathering
Isolated from clustered kinship
Silhouetted by the lavender sky
Fractured by time, carried on the back of cataclysm
A familiar figure
A face, a profile, a relic of the flood
Punctuating the subtle undulations of the land
Standing like a soldier
Tired from the cold
Shelter for the lives unseen from this speed
A violent history stands in peace
A landmark in my heart marking my way home.
Under the Super Moon
By Sarah Schrock
A pulse
A tug
A restless uneasy calling
Stirring the subconscious into ephemera
Agitated by the absence of night
Awed by the light
A place of wild stillness
Made Beautiful by vivid shadows
Obscured in a haze
The glow retreats
Darkness re-emerges
Calming the soul
At least, sleep.
