The Stones (Stonehenge)

I stood in front of its three monumental windows
(tons, and tons of stone)
their faces got into the moment
The dark clouds above
(like a canopy, a mystic crown)
Seeped into my bones.

It was like I was in the halls of Westminster
The silence of piety surrounded me
I could see expressions, on their faces,
Of these aged old stones…they whispered, with
Wisdom and arrogance, “I will your soul…”
I could feel them pull at my resolve, mind

As I breathlessly walked away!...



Written 3-24-99; (3:30 PM), written after visiting Stonehenge,
in England, three-hours later we were in Bath, England #384.