EPHEMERAL

To Ari

In the cellar, a rock rises out of the cement floor,

around it the remains of 64 years of human habitation.

Water seeps up from the ground beside it.

One almost eternal, the other endlessly rejuvenating.

Here before the building rose,

here when it's gone. The house

barely exists for them, this cement floor

and walls rising to the wooden ceiling
placed there by long-dead hands.

28.09.2017