Here Now, There Then

These days,
these names,
carved in stone;
mute
and immutable.
As if frozen in,
permanent winter.
I was here
once. I did not know
then, I would be
again, but I am.
Perhaps
for no more.
Who knows what
winds will carry me
or where? It grows
colder, that alone is sure.
A day warmer
may dawn missing me
and somewhere will lie
my stone to mark
this waypoint
of my crossing,
connecting
the here, now and
the there, then.