That bright space between the rock is yours,
Each gap neatly positioned to catch an eye,
What is to be discovered beyond the black pile?
Spaces of all shapes, enticing a look,
A natural jigsaw, pieces drawn from the land,
Rocks united, brick by brick, hand after hand.
Leave all the signs, no meaning attached,
Look with open eyes, see what was once grasped.
An almighty tumble won't destroy this scene,
The rubble that crumbles, adding another's dream.
