House On The Ridge — Image by kenne
Sky over the mountains
House on the ridge
Palo Verde blossoms
Reflect the setting sun
Two big trees
Make the house
Not one to be forgotten.
Minds wander over yonder
Wind-blown memories
Take to seed
Over the ridge
In words and images
Becoming desert fuel
Gone in the dry air.
Billions of years
In the making
Forming a place
Before there was a place
Traced through time
Having no meaning
Before time was time.
On the basin’s edge
Once torn apart
From the ancient upland
On a different continent
Possibly under water
Mocking the notion
Of permanence.
Existence has no meaning
Other than we are here
Attaching words
To what is evolving
In our concept
Of moments
Moving through space.
Sun has long set
Now in the darkness
The house on the ridge
No longer exist
Only in the mind’s eye
Becoming something
In our own nature.
— kenne
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