At the base of the sky-bound
face of granite, one child searches
intuitively for grooved handholds
while the other leaps weightlessly
atop boulders dropped from its mouth.
Where limb meets rock: the ignition
of memory, the sagas of smoke.
Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Orange Blossom Review, Funicular Magazine, and EcoTheo Review, among others. His debut chapbook, I Close My Eyes and I Almost Remember, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. He can be contacted at matthewjandrews.com
Featured image courtesy Matthew J. Andrews
