A good rock is good for a good many things.
For sitting, for climbing, for holding,
for securing, for smashing, for weighing.
For leaning, for standing, for yoga
or tai chi, for napping or sunbathing.
For warmth, for shade, for support,
for grip, for balance, for shelter.
But even the best of rocks can fail,
they can fade or crumble, crack or break.
They can become hidden or overgrown,
they can become slippery or slimy.
They can be lost, sunk, or abandoned.
And some rocks hold you down
chain you to them in agony.
Others lay claim to your heart
and you cling to them willingly.
Some rocks are bold or daring,
some are sharp-edged
while others are dull.
Some are flat, good for skipping.
Some are pointed, good for hunting.
Rocks can be round, oblong, square,
bulky, or more thin than a sheet of ice.
A rock is a handy tool to have,
whatever size, shape, or color
it comes into your life as.
Be grateful for the rocks,
because a rock may be
your only safe harbor
in an ocean of despair.
Kat Webber 