looks back in disgust
at those who walk past
all ignorance and innocence
their world revolving
without thought
around a bliss
never to exist
It knows despair
a hardness unyielding
wind caressing its broad
shoulders for millennia
water insinuating itself
where not welcome
looks beneath itself
nested and embraced by earth
its shape a perfect fit
the earth cooled
the earth heated
by its shape and presence
knows the comfort there
more to come
and leaves well enoughÂ
alone
The Unturned Stone by Richard Weaver
