Between Two Boulders
Between two boulders
The wind whistling through the crack
Pulling my hair into a tango with the breeze
I long for the sea
So close yet so far away
This place is dry and barren
Dusty with sand that once lined a vast ocean
And stood strong beneath the feet
Of the many who sat here before me
The river that flowed last long ago
Molded these small mountains with fingers most gentle
Fingers that poked the rock
Prodding it into shape before it dried and hardened
And then setting it out on display
In the midst of an outcropping of trees
And decorated with cloth of clear blue sky
And ribbon of wind
Now it is home to the winds and the words
That wind their way between the hollow peaks
And leave echoes in my eyes and my ears.
