Time To Go

It’s time to go.

It’s time to move on
from the past.

Open the gate
and roll
like the old stone,
padded in moss,
the silent song
of those
long-gone.

The groan
of the wheel,
still for years,
stone-on-stone
squeal, a noise,
grinding out
a song
about how I feel…

like the stone…

a dead thing
that needs to
just roll on.

I’ve gathered my moss
and now I’m gone.

©️ Obol, 2019.