Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.

Henry David Thoreau

This morning the rocks

Thursday June 30, 2011
After walking the Fairyland Trail
Bryce Canyon National Park

 

This morning
the rocks spoke of the long slow
knowing that happens over time

 

first there is some little thing, a crack
the size of a hair,
maybe as fine as frog hair even
and then some water finds that crack
fitting itself just so, it settles and freezes

 

later, after the ice has returned to water
and left the crack, some lichen moves in
bringing living air space into the place that
so recently seemed rock solid and boulder

 

one day a great chunk falls out
and it feels lighter now
whole mountains come down this way,
slowly over time

Anne Benvenuti

 

PS.  Fairyland Blog coming “Maybe” later today.

1 comment:

  1. What a nice poem - just like you to fit one into the blog :)

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