Day 2091, afar.

Day's pictures, Poetry

I stand afar

in front of these massive


ancient rocks


formed a billion years ago

it’s not their size

that makes me feel small


when it sheds its next rock

a cliff

into the valley below

loosened by cold and sun


we might all be long



we are not even a cliff

an outlook

we are like the snow

that fell to low

on its slope