Nothing grows there
But rocks and dust and debris
Rain never falls
Frozen at room temperature
Solid and unmoving
It’s not death
It’s not life
Stasis
Eons will pass
before there will be change
growth
We pass through it
on the way to our heart
Crunching the past underfoot
searching always
for depth of soil
moisture
In the forest shades
And bright meadows
We plant tears
tending sprouts like newborns
leaving behind
all that will not be needed
in this next step we take
