Jan 12
It took awhile to know
I am part of the road
and I'm still in grasp
of the self-awareness I'm a
rolling stone.
I probably won't trust you.
I'm predominantly alone.

There are softening
tactics, larger rocks
in my path, fantastic vistas
where I pause. I stay
as long as I can feel
humble and small and
when I can't roll, I sleep
to avoid the human turmoil.

My dreams can be felt
along my crystalline spine
and tiny fossils
are confined
within my curves, elusive
to fingers and eyes.
No moss on me will grow.
No grip on me survives.
Written by
Vicki  52/Ohio
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