All That Remains

All That Remains


      a broken arch
stands all alone,

   made of brick
and bits of stone,


      mortar binds
the bits together;

it stood for years
   in any weather.


   shaken by quakes,
ruptured and fallen

as africa crowds
   into european
      shorelines,

the quaking earth
destroys our best
      creations 


falling arches 
      crumble;
time passes 
   very slowly.

eventually there 
   is no rubble,

   so little to show
      after those 
natural disasters,
 
   we should expect
from time to time.


      a broken arch
stands all alone,

   made of brick
and bits of stone.

6 thoughts on “All That Remains

  1. This poem spoke to me, Murray, before I even clicked through to the picture and your response to Beth.

    I am on a fortnight’s solitary retreat, and I ponder the impermanence of things: coastlines, empires, the regimen of relationships …

    Happy May Day to you and all your readers!

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