A quiet time on stone
I lay on stone tonight.
Cold, hard-formed from ancient fires.
Ocean sound flowed over me.
Rise and crash of current and time.
I lay back as rain began to fall
And thought on the love life of small birds.
Do they, when crouching for the night
Amid jagged rocks or on
some secret outcrop
Think thoughts of the one they care for?
Or are they just waiting for the dawn to come?
AJM 21/10/2009
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