The spoken moments hold hands
with the unspoken moments.
Frigid cheeks on an unswerving bridge,
Hardened rock standing firm,
reaching far down into the swirls;
Babble passes behind and below--
bicycles and arguments;
A seal glosses the water,
A car trips along from the grocery store.
My legs fuse with the stones,
and I, too, am ancient;
my history in battles and silences.