rapa nui

a sun-scarred monument, barren-skinned.

skittish wings congregate in masses at his feet

the palms reach out; a greeting–

he rises from the soil, inch by inch, scraping...

clouds bend to his will,

white puffs exhaled into existence

the sky, smooth as fresh milk

washes the cracking earth.

his body like a moonscape

(stoic, stark, stolid)

is roughhewn and unshaken

draped in shadows that change with

the contours of the sun

eastwestnorthsouth he exhales rushwind and his body shifts ever so slightly, crunching