At Ease
As the morning sun
slowly warmed the rocks
arranged by the back steps
I swear to you the rocks relaxed.
Don’t swear, my mother’d say,
but I did anyway and still do
because each man does what is
right in his own eyes, right?
Right.
Today I swear it’d be a stretch for me to believe these rocks might cry out because they’re so at ease. That would take nothing less than a miracle, right? Right.
Today I swear it’d be a stretch for me to believe these rocks might cry out because they’re so at ease. That would take nothing less than a miracle, right? Right.