04-09-2017, 11:50 PM
Chickens and a Rock
Gray and brown feathered chickens
grub for worms on the near slope.
On the side of the far hill
a flat rock situates eighteen inches
into clay and loam.
Wavy lines on the stone’s surface
conform to the contours
the banks of this valley have held
for twelve thousand years.
A deep cross on the side of the rock
precisely conforms to the orientation
of north, south, east and west as
demonstrated by each day’s rotation.
Someday the rock will have a name,
have its picture on the cover and
headlines enough to make granite blush.
But for now, the chickens
pecking will have to do.
Gray and brown feathered chickens
grub for worms on the near slope.
On the side of the far hill
a flat rock situates eighteen inches
into clay and loam.
Wavy lines on the stone’s surface
conform to the contours
the banks of this valley have held
for twelve thousand years.
A deep cross on the side of the rock
precisely conforms to the orientation
of north, south, east and west as
demonstrated by each day’s rotation.
Someday the rock will have a name,
have its picture on the cover and
headlines enough to make granite blush.
But for now, the chickens
pecking will have to do.