It's Still Life

On The Hill

There’s a large white cross
at the top of the hill,
and if it spoke, I’d ask it
too many questions, but
I understand its silence.

It stands there, not in
solitude, but in solidarity.
Not in loneliness, as it’s
impossible to ignore.
It is not mystic or cryptic.

It is what it is, and
I, too, am nothing more.

Image: AI digital art ©Misky 2022, Shared with #amwriting on Twitter