Formations

Formations


Clay at feet
take my formations.
Set in moist stone
a path I've trod.
Let it take a sign
one that marks my name.


Sun dry and set
make it last.
Toss rain aside
and make a desert.
Crack and hold
formations firm.


Nothing may grow here.
Just the way I like it.
It is mine.


What fear is this
forgotten?
I run the path
running.
But perhaps you've
caught up.


-Matthew Koutzun