Mark A. Fisher

watching stones

all the seasons roll across the gray rocks in my garden

winter snows and cool spring rains, summer’s heat and autumn’s leaves

flowers bloom then fade away while I watch the stones remain

rain & echoes

rain in drumbeats falling

lightning orange with distance

radio plays a forgotten song

I tap the wheel playing along

memories in amber

worn on a chain

ghosts in the headlights

dance in the streets

wipers lash the rain away

while I remember some yesterday

some old story, I’ve never told

scenes rattle in staccato hail

tomorrows that never came

melt restlessly away

as I listen to the music play

through to the end

leaving a moment of silence

where I am alone once again

profoundly unfound