Crags and cliffs have often called me
In both curiosity and caution.
Their striated secrets are plain to see
If I could just read them.
Yet, cliffs turn to sand and soil
Far slower than I age
Unearthing their stories is foolhardy
And calls me to the void.
This picture looks like the Cliffs of Moher. I’ve been there. Good poem to match with the picture.
relatable and emotive!