Poem-a-Day, Entry 355--

Foundation

I am built of the stone,

    the saltrock sheets burning in the night,

          the light of homesteads far away,

               sung by day,

         and filtered in the swelter

     of last week.

      I am stained with lime,

          sauntering over liquors

    and wandering the alley at 3AM,

        looking for a fix

            for what's never been broken.

    I am found in the seas of youth,

        tossed in waves

             that memories defined,

      billowing out from under the mountains

                   as

                   they

                   fall

     flat against the plains,

          washed away,

                a remnant of the no-where road

    that saw me through

               darkness.

       I am built of the stone

            that lives no more,

          save beneath my feet.