Perhaps it was another grey-sky day that made me think of stones, and monuments and things incised thereon. The images here were taken many springs ago at the Guild Inn. (I’m not sure if it was an inn then – it went in and out of innship.) The salvaged stoneworks that adorn the gardens are echoed in the weathered bluffs and beach stuff. Many springs after I took and filed away those photographs, I wrote the verse in Reading Room, in response to a workshop assignment – write an epitaph, suggested the doctor of divinity. I searched for but could not find an example of a tomb to the unknown poet, and so filled the need, starting with the epitaph. (The stone monument will be another’s task to complete, perhaps.)
