What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ode to a Rock
The boulder rose in the forest
Its broad side dappled by sun, composites,
And lichen growing in its folds.
Deposited by glaciers or fallen from a mother ledge
Life passed its stoic watch.
Softened by weathering
Its earth connection hidden and smoothed.
It reaches to the sky
Standing tall among the trees.