EPITAPH UPON A PYRAMID

I was once a poet,

carving poems out of rock,

and on that rock

bred wind with silence.

Time is the wind,

impenetrable, unseen.

I am the unfervid rock.

I no longer am a tree, nor grass, nor any earth,

nor anything that once was green.

I am the unmomentous silences that do not

sing between.

I am not a rock on which the ocean sprays its foam,

not one to which strange, shelled creatures cling.

I am not now aware

of anything as new or strange, or first happening

to me.

I am the rock.

Time is the sea.

© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen