history
some objects crave stories
like the restaurant receipt you find
in a used book of poems
or the face carved in palm tree bark
on your walk home
from the bus stop
the lavender tops of a mountain ridge
silhouetted against the soft peach of sunset
demand a history
the truth of their geology moving in slow centuries
collides every night with astronomy
to tell a different tale
embrace the miniscule
the details
in their honest inconsequence
they are undiscovered fragments of giants
waiting for you to weld them with words
unique narrations tying threads together
symbols find meaning
only when married
to other symbols
as for me
they all lead back
to you
