30 Days: "Senses"

Senses

by Caitlyn Byers

Dark rocks, carvings revealing
light beneath the dark.
The wind,
howling,
then whispering,
unable to make up its mind
as to how it would speak.
Rough rock,
warm sun.
The wind again.
First beating,
then caressing.
Rabbit brush, newly blossomed.
Windblown dirt, inhaled unknowing.
That is where one can feel
the oldness, the history,
the ancient of this place,
where long ago,
someone carved pictures
into stone, hoping
against hope they would last
through the ages.