The Rock
 

Suspended to float or drop
Resting on the skin of water
Waiting to sink into the clouds
The rock, now weightless
Is made of everything including time
Born from the depths of the earth
Solid in it’s ability to change shape
To break and disintegrate
Knowing it will find new form
A form which could forge the homes of people
Create altars to celebrate the stars
Grind grains to make warm bread
And carry the capacity
To shatter any window of perception
With a love note attached, reading:
“You’ve been here before”

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by Chris Auret