POETRY
Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:25 pm
What We Are, by Charles Carreon
we are colors fading in the sun
on tattered fabric
we are bones bleaching in the sand
next to old rocks
we are buzzards sailing silently
in high clear blue naked air
we are the waters soaking
an infinity of interbranching roots
while wandering aimlessly in search of stillness
we are the ancient sun,
burning its life away in the throat
of the sky
we are an old piece of string,
frayed and coming undone,
black rocks,
washed with salt for ten million years
we are colors fading in the sun
on tattered fabric
we are bones bleaching in the sand
next to old rocks
we are buzzards sailing silently
in high clear blue naked air
we are the waters soaking
an infinity of interbranching roots
while wandering aimlessly in search of stillness
we are the ancient sun,
burning its life away in the throat
of the sky
we are an old piece of string,
frayed and coming undone,
black rocks,
washed with salt for ten million years