Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem by Bruce Guernsey of Bethel comes from his collected poems “From Rain,” published by Ecco Qua Press in 2012.
By Bruce Guernsey
The endless movement of stones,
How they work their way up,
Surface each spring in the garden
As if out of breath.
How others will sink,
Slowly, over the years, unnoticed,
Like a man at peace
Slipping off to sleep, or dying.
History happens under our feet,
The tunneling of worms,
The loosening of earth
What’s underneath —
The cold foreheads crowning like birth,
Our footsteps each year
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