Split Rock
Published in Palm Beach Atlantic Sailfish Review, 2020
By Grace Cram
every autumn, i journey north
to the shore
to join the leaves’ last rebellion
before they are no more--
gold, caramel, cardinal--
i watch the royal tree crowns fall
and
tumble
and
crumble
like burnt cinnamon
to the sea of cider,
beneath it all…
landing as
skeleton souls forever suspended
in reverent reflections of a colorful heaven
while floating down these analeptic,
antiquated waters.
these weary waves
wearing down the tired cliff face
of my being
split rock
breaking
and
taking
bits of me to death’s door
until i am
so much more.