Memoir of a Rock

always seen but never noticed,

one-thousand differences but always seen the same

as all the others who lie dormant

still, unmoving to nature’s bellowing chimes

which ring and ding to a force unseen

to the naked eye, but yet, wrapped by a field

I am constrained to the dirt, earth which grips

tenderly around my cracks

formed from heat and pressure

I emerged one with my brothers

connected by crust, separated by lust for freedom

among the wilted flowers and budding weeds

in desolate field wrought by the hands of time

which leave me aged by sun, frozen by moon

who come and go as the please,

“take me with you!”

but my voice goes unheard under the cricket’s noise

triumphed by the horns belonging to a massive metal bull with glowing eyes

who tread quick along black rivers with yellow and white,

gone with the wind i’ve heard, and yet i remain here

hopeful for tomorrow

terrified from the past

unmoving forever here in the present.