Stonehenge
Tears fall in the presence of this ancient power
Passerby’s play with poses
The wind whistles and whips my hair
Birds sing in praise of the sun
And the clouds move as time outside the stone pushes forward
Laughter
Joy
A baby cries
4 different languages swirl around my ears
Maybe more
Traffic from the road
A plane overhead
Nothing is silent
But everything is still
Oliver sits beside me
Not a question as I write my thoughts
Fading away
It all fades away
The sound
The buzz
The heat from the sun
The stones stay still
The clouds drift pass
Watching the next 4000 years
As I grow into the grass
And become the wind
Poem by Hannah Lee Kuhn
April 30th 2024
