The adoption of rituals
The adoption of rituals
there are certain
traces
reminders of his past
hidden amid the newness
definite lines and curves
still distinguishable
in the alienness
the road he walks
– still unmapped –
criss-crosses the denuded land
reminding him of the part
in a changeling’s hair
almost a memory
just off kilter
just off
above
in the swirl
of cumulonimbus incus
the mammatus clouds form
and hang
liminal
where the greys
and whites
and rumours of blue
converge
ahead
beyond
the landscape smears
blended into horizon
smudged into sky
a place
an event
a recollection
not yet revealed
but whispered
in the gusts
blowing the grit
from his boots
R L Raymond, Originally published in "Unbroken"
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