Interlude.

Auschwitz-Birkenau.

visitation stones  – oświeçim, poland

I step onto the same white stones
into which you’ve tucked
small notes of reminder:
despair in 21 languages.

Even with time, I’m cautious
to not turn right,
although, for many,
memory has already calcified.

I want to chip away at each
so recollection doesn’t become
just another stone
kicked down the road.

But there are too many
for one to pick up.