... I have returned to this rock in the Haw River over the many years and seasons since finding it so precariously perched in a river of many moods, such a mighty temper, and such a peaceful soul ... such a pretty place in our countryside. And yet ... over the many years and my returns to check on the rock - it still has not moved. It is ... I think ... my rock now, a gentle yet strong gift for which I hold no deed. But it is far enough removed from our collective greed and nature ... and safe enough for now, to stand forever ... in my memory.
No comments:
Post a Comment