4000 years ago Cessero crouched by the river Herault under Scorpio’s crystal tail
swallows, bats and doves built lives out of river rock and meadow grass
Sicking spit and courage to the crumbling walls above relics of saints and open tombs
Above the bell tower Neptune slides from view
Children laugh and scrape the cobbles pushing summer into the dead of night
A 600 year old Benedictine Abbey sits on its roman footprint
Who knows how many times Taurus raised star dust above its polished flag stone floor
The chapel alter bathed in morning light
A congregation of shadows wait out an eternity of mornings in an empty church