Excavators
April 25, 1990
Nothing is silent as sunbronzed hands unbury mounds of shifting sands. Nothing is quiet as speaking stones and sighing dust and sometimes bones
leave not a fragment, not a shard without its footnote, afterword.
Like signers unfolding for each other the messages that when unfurled, fill the silence of a silent world,
everything bridges what gaps might lie in this dialogue with yesterday.