Some say the giants are still here
Their memories held inside the stones
They watch the movement of time
and grimace at our indifference
Some weep for lack of care
Borrowing water from the sky
Our eyes see inert bodies
ravaged by weather and not
the chiseling hand. Yet the eye watches
waiting for the few who wish to spiral inward to stir
memories beyond dimension. The giants seek
the seekers and wait. Feeling the press of footsteps
blindly walking. The push of restless bodies
Listening to “Hurry up.” “Let’s move on”…
to the next best thing. Whatever that is.
They watch. Eyes following too slowly to be caught
Lids, never blinking. Legs tucked into the land
who knows their breath. Their hearts,
held in Her hands pulse the music of the land
She, who never forgets her children
moves love through tired veins to spiral the waiting eye
Forever looking for the one who will stop
and remember.
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, #memory