(photo by Sylvia Kirkwood)
Rocks of the ages,Jagged and huge
tough barriers
holding up
through the years....
A lashing of rain,
Erosion in a groove
of the rock face,
and the
water trickles,
drops,
flows,
deep into the mind,
somewhere,
zigzagging across
willing itself
to
see the Sun again
as it feeds the roots
of
something,
trying to grow
and bloom,
green and clean.
Sometimes,
the toughest
and the strictest,
minds
have a secret soft corner.
