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Let the snake wait under
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
-- through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
- William Carlos Williams, A Sort of a Song*
In petroglyphs circles may weave in and out and through gatherings of elements - vague figures, abstract suggestions, ever-abiding. Images loosely pecked or abraded drift, layering with time, softening, fading, weathering. Change whispers its spiraling tale, with it some of what we do not yet know floats before us.
Solstice. Full Moon. Seasonal Rounds. Sharp sight of the Dark. Quick gift of the Light.
Selected circling petroglyphs visited in 2015.
*Appreciation to Jarold Ramsey for leading me to this.