A Shadow On The Rock

The rocks here are fractured and wind blown
Rounded by water and air into the ground. The ground that is them.

The smaller, seemingly insignificant pieces that are supporting this 
massive weight

This massive state...of being

This permanence that is not

The sun heats my face and I am the shadow on the rock

Trying to sit within the wind

The quiet of the land is often what I am not

I am "the quiet" on the rock

My soul is still as the world flies by

They sit with their mouths open, minds shut looking up
Ears full of sound eyes in a daze shutters click as they drive off

...Content in the not...

Not knowing my difference between now and before
I am just some guy hands bleeding and sore

Water pockets on top and cracks a hundred feet deep
I see the faces in the rock but only a few see me

Some are sad.  Some are determined.  Some are facing the sky with a 
furrowed brow
I sit on top of them trying to get to the bottom of it all the only way 
I know how

Torn pants from climbing here
Torn skin from grinding into them
No other way it's an argument with fear
No other way but over my fear within

The sun shines down on me and calms my soul
It heats the rock I am on and makes me whole-
Heartedly I dive into the cracks imperfections and beauty
I shift over to the water pocket beside me deeper, more soothing
My hands are tired and the wind is singing me a lullaby
The fear is mine now I am warm inside

Blood covered hands and a pen at my side
Bellowing laughter with tears in my eyes
On top once again I can feel this sky
As my head is back and arms held wide

They sit with their mouths open, minds shut looking up
Ears full of sound eyes in a daze shutters click as they drive off