To Sit With Old Men
18" x 24"
acrylic / canvas

I sit down with old men
and read the ancient text
my fingers probe the incised stone...
meaning unfolds like prayer.

I feel the wiry thread
which ties me to a yestertime
my face so young , so old I see
upon the stonecutter's head.

I sit down with old men
and the pain of present sighs
while I pilgrim beside
their aged form
to a home I've never seen.

There's a well worn and familiar trail
innocent of time
and it brings me to an old man
with a chisel in his hand.