You are a hollow concrete wall,
stretching miles into the gray sky.
You are steady, unmovable,
perched on a plateau,
And I flourish in transformation.
I am lacy tendrils of running blue water
zig-zagging a dance down your barricade.
I am the shimmer in the distance,
small dust-cloud rising,
as the earth moves under your feet –
It all transpired so quickly –
sweet caress to limp love-making.
My mind runs in slow circles,
meandering like creeping vines,
sliding under my fingernails
and stowing deep in my memory.
I was always an eruption
and you were never shifting.
© Laura A. Lord, 2021
Thank you to MindLoveMisery for the prompt.