Memory

Earth, Museum World

Her first trip alone

(two stops, a transfer at Barnard's Star).
She wants to the see the wildland

Abandoned long ago

And hikes in long hauls (weeks at a time)
Across country ancient and hills rough.

The rubble caught her eye when in the wastes
Distracted her from the sky.

They’re scattered stones
All weathered and covered in moss

And when she put her hand to feel one

To touch its smooth side

It sank away 

And lost itself in the mud.