Companions

Companions

The Sandhills of Nebraska
were once the bottom of an inland Sea

before blue Glaciers ground away
sturdy mountains to their ancient marrow
and let go their crushed debris onto
the dry basin

before young Rockies surged
the Seabed communed with living waters

Time presides through all

Over the arc of a day
the Sun retires
and draws long shadows into Dusk
then Night

Seasons pass

Millenia pass

silently

even the Sky is a distant
witness
to the slumber of unmeasured time

waiting

waiting

for the Ocean to return