Ants descend upon it: we are less
Productive - we view in awe the sky,
the rocks themselves - a marvel
we had no hand in: like birth
Like the humans we bring with us - for me
I’ve seen it a few times with a few different folks
The rocks remain the same - this last time
I brought my own creation - she spoke of birds
Flowers: the past - the present - her future: I stepped
Away then walked back - I’m not ready not yet
And for a moment as we climbed up the ute trail
She reached back and reached for my hand