A Millennia of Rock and Water
I walk the sodden path,
moss and decay beneath
my dirt-caked Adidas,
just west of the abbey’s guest house,
the autumn afternoon sun blinding,
reflecting off a swath of
black stone upstream,
a tributary of Bryant Creek,
giggling, gleeful, its
power over layer
upon layer of arrogant rock,
unbeknownst to both,
geological time reveals the truth.
catherinenglish 10-19-2013
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