In time, and place.

Landscape holds dominion here;
rock and light; half-light,
cloud and shadow. Moving,
sweeping , ever-changing,
ever time-less. I came here
broken; heart grieving life losses
(disconsolate, bereft).
Time locked down, moved on
was gone elsewhere. Here
I was still; silenced, petrified.
Rock, stone, light became as
near to enchantment as life.
The breath of the wind, and
flight of the mist kissed me,
mired in sadness, mourning for
what is not, the fantasies of
a mortal mind. All that has gone before,
here, remains, in the heart of stone,
in the spirit of trees, blazened
across sides of mountains,
gushing and rushing in waterfalls
fierce as thunder.

I am rock, and stone, grass and water,
sand and mist. Timeless, changed.

Here, and here, alone.