Buried Lineage

Rough fingernails scrape against a calcified edge buried beneath the rose bush's roots. A rusted surveyor’s compass lies wedged beside a stone marker, its needle stilled by a crust of oxidized copper green patina. These submerged relics suggest that current chaos rests atop layers of rigid, ancient intentions. As sunlight warms the dusty leaves above, the heavy weight of what was once carved finally settles into the soft, shifting earth.