On my journey Rock, between the ranges and the sea, I am both ocean wave and cloudy sky. By mountain and by lake, I pass you by.
Oh River of the outer skin, I am of the fires within. Waiting by your frothy River breath Don’t let my stillness speak to you of death,
Rock, I’m light and laughter, life and song You are hard, unyielding stone, Standing by my side and so alone.
Yes River, I am stone, but no I’m not alone. We are planetary bone and we hold you as you ride In your course, as a mother holds her child.
I saw a rock standing beside a huge river and wondered about the conversation they might have and which it would be nice to see carved on the rock. I created the conversation in this poem.