Standing alone as seasons pass,
proud against a bleak horizon,steadfast before the deluge.Island of stone within a moat of tears
Four-field face,directional but unturning.
Casting a shadow
the only moving part
Placid, tranquil, accepting.Open, waiting and fluid.
Floating, partly sunk,
buoyant on the sea lawn.
Numbered stones aligned.
Directional points
indicating.
Antiquarian eagerness
re-invented?
Millenial origins
satisfied?
Prostrate and revealingalabaster reclining.
The circle can be entered
from any direction
Standing erect,looming over the cleansing circle,
the shadow reaches out
but never makes contact.