It's Still Life

Knees That Leave Fossils

the earth remembers
the old woman with no cat—

remembers her,
not as a saint, but as a force
whose knees leave fossils in the soil—

kneel long enough,
and even prayer becomes a root.

The crow approves. “Finally—
a saint who digs
instead of floating.”

PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 4 with Prompt: mess. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025 All Mischief Reserved.