the stratigrapher

married to patterns in strata

repeat/repeat/repeat

she knew land language

translated granite to geometry

with rose scented hands

imposed the grid

anchored in bedrock

in her home floats in the sky

where the sunshine

where the sunshine is

just a little closer to thee

and thee and thee

anchored to bedrock legends

spelled in geology’s design

we turned through

day/night/day/night/day

after dark

the milkyway

printed stories on black

we saw a red moon’s last flicker

as it fell flaming to the sea

gloom extinguished white stars

hours layered dark

before light was summoned by crow call then magpies woke and redtails cheered