Two Rocks
Two rocks i We are two rocks, lying in the middle of the ocean bare, a defect of nature. hard and firm, far-reaching the bottom of the sea, you are. weak like the soapstone, thrown into confusion at the waves of the sea, I am. what shall become of us? shall we cause shipwrecks? shall we be removed to the house of the sculptor with magical hands? or shall we be left here to lie unharmed? untouched? with the breeze caressing our rough-edged rigid structure, scarred by the gentle waves of the sea's goodbyes, that never seem to end? or shall we be cast away like the mountain triggered by the mustard seed of the faithful Christian? of these, I worry as we stare at the stars alone this night. in pleasures painfully conceived but greatly appreciated smiling at the constellations, wishing to be free, not caged, in the midst of these troubled water...