A Watching Stone

 

 

Oh rock of ages, carved from the weathering of our world.

Your face has touch generations of my flesh and heard mortality’s groan.

As a young boy, I climbed your surface, assured in my youth.

But to you, as a moment upon a butterfly’s wing, I am old.

Take care, the watching of my children to come. For they too are but babes, crawling upon a stone.

-M.E. InkOwl

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3 thoughts on “A Watching Stone

    1. Thank you! I thought of it after gracefully tripping on it as I have always done my entire life. The thing is almost the size of a car and by now you’d have thought I could have gotten the hang of climbing up it.

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