I pick up Rock.
With Face toward Sun,
Surface is Light, Bright, Warm.
I turn Rock over.
Underside is Dark, Cool, Moist.
Underside is Home
to a Community of Beings,
many I cannot see.
Underside has Story
I had not known to explore.
Rock knows all.
I seek to know
and be all I am.
With Face toward Sun,
Surface is Light, Bright, Warm.
I turn Rock over.
Underside is Dark, Cool, Moist.
Underside is Home
to a Community of Beings,
many I cannot see.
Underside has Story
I had not known to explore.
Rock knows all.
I seek to know
and be all I am.
~~~~
Glinda Crawford, 2008
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