Rock Formations In the Desert
The monks were frozen in place
and in time, in a barren field
The countryside offered them nothing
They seemed desolate and lonely
Were they remnants of families?
They are clustered like that
Or were they monks surprised by lava
The gorgeous blue of the sky
gave us no clue; we approached cautiously
Unsure if we were going to encounter
Something alive or something long dead.
Would they be granite or more like petrified forest?
There is a flowing feeling to them
Perhaps they are made from gunny sacks or linen.
It is a curiosity.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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