Upon a rocky bed of salt
It transformed over time,
Exposed to extreme elements
Whipping winds whittled and defined.
What remains, now arched,
Statuesque, strongest of all,
Formed. It did not fall.
Preserved – like a passage to the past,
Sought by morning light, since days long gone,
Enduring with strength and balance,
Delicate doorway to the dawn.
©2014 A Poetic Path