The deeper we go
into autumn
the deeper
we fall.
Fall into caverns of endless silence,
evenly cool,
calming our bones.
No sound, no sound,
but a chatter-box guide.
Never mind, never mind.
We move him out of time.
The rocks still my mind,
while the cavern opens
her generous crevasses
Stone gods engaged
in slow conversation
Silence, silence
behind it all.
Silence -
and total darkness.
The beginning of visions,
large and small,
sparkling like underground stars,
on our deep under walk.
Photographs: From Endless Caverns, Virginia, by Sofia Karin Axelsson.
