This Rock
Frank Goodman
The evolution of time
Runs through the mind of this rock.
Hard shell;
Misinterpreted;
Covering the softness
Of its internal sand.
Can't explain
The feelings of this rock.
Stoic frame;
Emotions maimed;
In the stillness of this rock.
Wind blows hard against this rock.
Unwavering from the weight
Of its lifetime burdens.
Speak to me old rock
Beneath your surface.
Soft sand packed tight
Unmoving in your mistakable plight.
Please rock
Remain still
And quiet
In your hard shell
At the bottom of this emotional well.
Copyright 1998, Frank Goodman, All Rights Reserved
