Atlantis

 

These stones hold memories

of captive fields and skies

before the land took flight.

 

Their coral eyes wink up,

reminding us that earth,

like time, is borrowed.

 

Ghost hands reach out to where

waves toss and fret; fish flit

aside like startled ghosts;

 

while overhead the spectre

of an ark floats by

in search of certainty.