We stole slate rocks from the mountain
and threw them into the sea
all along hoping, they'd become soft and smooth
or something else they were not meant to be

We whispered to the clusters of sand
that had grown to the rocks
and thought they'd hold the secrets
we could not understand

I stacked these rocks
and displayed them casually - like clocks
and I kept stealing slate rocks
but I was too far from the sea
and I knew it was still calling to me
but the mountains seem to absorb the yelling
and somehow seemed to be telling
but never felt a need to speak
or maybe at the time my ears were too weak

So I wanted to be strong.
Strong like the mountain
and impatiently I'd wait
because I thought I knew my own fate

Oh, how much I learned just watching how
the sun controls the mountain tides
as the moon will take care of the ocean's seasons
and how everything seems to wind
down to our own specific reasons
that we rest some place far from fear
some pace outside our little atmospheres