Sentinels

Nature’s fortress formed by stone

Deep in the forest flora

The sentinels are growing there

Straight and tall

Straight and true

Shelter for the birds and creatures

Crawling through the day and night

Grazing, hunting, singing bright

Beneath the silent watch of wood

Guardians of all that strive

Protectors of the wilderness

We walk humble through the towering trees

Underneath the canopy of leaves

What will we find

On the other side of the rocks

We climb in reverence

We climb again

Always reaching beyond

The known

To discover another wonder

Mysteries unveiled

Another marker on the trail

Dismantled

Apart came the cassette player

Tiny screwdriver unwinding tiny screws

The music box with the ballerina

Slowly spinning static above red satin

The fabric tugged out carefully

A mysterious mechanism released from its hold

No longer attached

Free

The work took place in secret

Spaces during times unlikely

To be distubed

Taking it all apart

How romantic

To try and see how it all worked

Springs and metal tines

And a spindle with well positioned bumps

Made music for the dancer

Why did she dance

How could she not

But

I was stymied at the circuit board

For recording every note

A small city with sculptured silver pyramids

Barrel buildings on their sides held aloft on metal legs

How poetic

To wonder what mysteries were held

In the little spaces

Colored beads of wonder

Against the green

And to put it back together

And to insure that it would work

Nothing broken

Nothing loose

No shred of evidence behind

Tiny tools were hidden

Until the next time

woman in black and white dress walking on gray concrete stairs
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