Thursday, June 4, 2009

The Rock

The Rock

I was just thinking
How strange it was
To have loved a rock in the garden…
To have stared at it, examined it,
Studied its eccentricities,
To have felt that I knew it
Sitting in its place for so long…
And then one unexpected day
To have stumbled over it,
Knocked it askew,
Hurt my toe, and
To have discovered the soil
Clinging to its underside,
The mould,
The beetles scurrying underneath,
Finally exposed.
The dark underside.
© Anne 2008

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