© Sonja L. Cohen
At the ruins of the Seven Churches Inishmore
Pick a crevice, a homey gap between stones and make it your own.
Grow a life here from wind rain and the memories of ancients embedded in limestone.
The bees will use you for their sweet honey. The rock will soften under your touch. You will draw moisture from fog and hold it. Your presence will build soil.
This is all we have in this life all we own: a flowering an opening a gap between stones for tiny tender roots.
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