The Visitors
The fracture of the cliffside observes, notices
the wind hunting for the stray seeds of cotton
safely lodged and wedged in its crevices
Soft and gentle, forgotten offspring
Sunbreaks warm stone’s ancient skin
as it’s visitors are guided away to expire in the sea
fading snowy white to clumped damp gray
In the water, disintegrating
and the cliffside settles, straining to hear
Next summer
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world