Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Saturday, September 11, 2004

Of Rocks and Islands

There is none tougher
than this solitary force of breaking.
Few dare to cling. Fewer
stay for long. The rain pounds
only to cause more beautiful.
The sun beats to harden,
but I harden on my own.

I am that lone hill sitting-
one tree away from desolate,
one drink all for quenching.
No rock has known this-
they sit with the earth. They sit
in company. I stare at the horizon.