forgotten seeds begin
again
again
again

blisters of history 
spill their fractal progress
once more
once more
once more

also lichen unmoved 
growing on stone 
in circular shape 
return
return
return

and well-loved ghosts -- 
desires remembered
or unborn feelings 
that push from inside
more room
more room
more room

time's clock is music -- 
a rustle of green and gold
its compelling pulse fading away 
inviting to dance 
to dream
begin
again
begin

Poem & Photo (lichen on gravestone, Earl’s Bu, Orphir, Scotland) by Jo Mariner