Saturday, January 14, 2012
Poem: Ruins they say
Ruins, they say
The stones lie in plain view
for historians and other writers of fiction,
half standing, half fallen,
an imperfect patchwork
half fallen to time and folly,
the focus of speculation,
guesswork and false truths.
Ruins,they say, forgetting
the beauty of what has survived, or
the possibilities of what remains.
This was inspired by a few days of being in Virginia, where I lived for several years, and visiting with friends who have seen me through divorce and rebuilding a life.
The picture was taken at Stonehenge, in England, while visiting with my kids. You can click on it for a larger version.