Quarried and Carved

What drove a hand below the surface

deeper than forgotten,

into the black of wet mud, is gone. But here, in this pit-

it found

 

history of loss, cool of decay

and not enough sand-

and so it reached further, past time-soaked

space, until nail and finger bent

hard against mountain and plate,

continental shelf, some Great Divide

between your world and mine, seen unseen and

quarried into light,

it found

 

your Olmec face.

taralinda c.2014

Hard to believe- but when planting a garden of sages tonight, I seriously found a stone head in the mud, about arms reach down. Not sure why I kept reaching, or why I so confidently lifted it out from the blackness, wondering what a strangely round thing it was.

A face carved of rock- like lava, & very heavy.