STILL WITH THE STONES

 

STILL WITH STONES

Still doubting, I return to these grand

ones battered by surf, ancient hair

tossed and dried by sunlight,

looking again, Iphone

photographing angles,

green seaweed, not hair,

to confirm my doubt, to leave,

convinced. They’re only stones.

They’re not ancestors.

This is not a face.

This is not the body of my brother.

My brother.

Jim Bodeen

3 May2021