Perspective's Light
the blanched pit of healing
meets not the expectations
of youth's desire.
in the heat,
it sits silent
accepting,
as it must
in humility borne out of suffering.
"how apt" think the young,
to bend back and till rock
hoping for harvest
out of desiccation.
"how apt" think the old
to bend back
and touch rock
resting under sun's kiss.
"how apt" thinks the rock
to bend back
and feel its body nestle the earth
alive with grubs beneath.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014