Limestone doesn’t quite believe
that it’s a rock – all those shells
and bones still yearn for water –
dissolution, floating free.
its spaces; dripping hollows
sheltering secret vegetation,
great halls and caverns full
of glistening columns –
that ancient geological dance
of rock and water, merging,
separating, weaving a strange world
of clints and grykes, and sudden
sink holes –
rivers dropping out of view
and running under rock –
leaving the sound of running water
in the empty air.
“The hardest part is when the river
is too swift and goes underground for days on end”
~Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason
This is a very concrete response to the quotation. Or is it? You are the reader, you make the poem. This is for Jilly’s 28 days of unreason.