morningambassador’s posthaven

A mountain caracara (Phalcoboenus megalopterus) taking off at Machu Picchu, Peru. October 2007.
 

There is a great deal to be said about stone walls.
This picture stirred things in my memory
Another riff. Here we go.

So many events form a stone's shape
And a person comes along and fits those different shapes
Into something with lines and form for a while

A longer time than other materials; that's for sure. Well that's false now that I think about it - plastic, titanium... but you get the gist.

I remember roaming through Northeastern U.S. hills & forests,
Coming upon stretches of stone walling
Here and there,
Where nary a structure nor any human construction
Was visible - no trace but stone to mark a passing.

The wall in the photograph, for example...
Has some explaining to do, all in questions though
Answers can come from within. Fiction style?

Who made it? What were they like?
How long did they stay?
Did they build anything else,
Now long gone?

What state of being were they in as they carefully....
Found, chipped(?), and placed each stone to make
Something durable, useful, a mark of their passage
In time.

The stone wall so planted in space
The bird so unfettered.
Contrast staged by voluminous clouds
But we won't get into that right now.