That Old Crab

Cangreja that old crab
she showed her face today
it's been clouded in gray
ever since I left
but now she's cowering back into fog
tucked behind murky covers
consuming every feature
like erasers on chalkboards
yet we remember how she stands
and there will be more lessons later
as white dust clears

Maria that old crab
she showed her face today
and clouded me in gray
now that I am back
she trips over her own shoes
left on unlike all others
covering those tired feet
mud caked over lost direction
yet we know she'll always return
with more lessons to come
in fossilized footprints