Dora moves the stone.
from over the cave entrance
where the Christ had lain
three days until risen.
In this cave sleeps a metaphor.
In this cave hear soothing old whispers.
Dora finds a comfortable place,
builds a fire and sits.
On the bare wall rusts a mineral line left by water.
On the floor molders an ancient linen shroud.
Dora crushes reddish hematite pebbles
in a shallow granite bowl.
We blow dust, one palm print each,
on the sandstone wall. Right hand.
Right hand. Paleolithic graffiti-form
above the celebrated vacancy.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
