Shouting to a stone
to move.
Might a well
scream underwater
and expect the fish
to understand
my frustration.
Why waste
my breath?
I’m not getting you to change.
I am a creature
of my habits,
just like you and yours.
Push the rock back up the hill.
Punishment for seeking visions.
Transmute matter to evolve.
Carve of stone,
a living sculpture.
Intonate the resonance
of tiny quartz and calcite crystals,
making mountains out of nothing.
This is the difference between us.
I am not trying to stay
here in this
static formation.
I am trying to find the faith.
to make
my own mountain range.
Feel the Earth shake.
The rising of the plates.
I don’t have a million years,
so please, forgive my haste.
Why push a single stone,
or carve a granite block?
When one could change the world
with just a thought.
Wasting my breath
trying to change
you mind.
It would be easier
to change the whole outside.
Even then
you would deny
there was anything wrong
with your kind.
Avalanches and lava flows.
All things change,
to stay the same is impossible.
Try as you may,
but time will change your face.
I’ll be out there
changing too,
bringing a new
mountain range
into view.
DJR – 2023
