( to Carol … My first & constant Muse )
Rambling down another
long & forgotten
weed-chocked
dirt road
In search of something
lost yet had
never found before
A gathering of stone
built an altar
for a seagull shaped rock
that we discoverd
amongst the rubble
though we were eons
from the sea
We never returned
again to that road
once & only once traveled
though traversed in memory
perhaps the day
too sacred to trespass
upon again
TERRENCE SYKES