Creation

suns and moons and stars shone 
down on me     my bed was ice mud sand   
washed by rain dried by wind 
I lay mute and still    I was stone

one day the tempest came 
earth air fire water pierced me 
through and through 
then for timeless time I slept

suns and moons and stars shine 
down on me      my bed is ice mud sand 
washed by rain dried by wind
I burn I ache I shiver     I am no longer stone.

Silver Blade Magazine, May 2020
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