The Sun was Splitting the Stones

By Alyssa Palladino

upon pale faces,
the sun shone brightly
as the cold waves roared
against heavy stones,
beside the dark horse.

we drank warm whiskey
on a beach
that is nameless,
hidden behind
a herder’s land,
where the wind burned,
but the sky
was so kind.

our cheeks pinkened
with each hour
as we sat together, strangers,
sharing monologues of our memoirs,
so far, unfinished,
so far away from home.

and on that day,
in County Galway,
the sun was
splitting the stones
through the many clouds
of gray.