A Rolling Boulder

This movement of speed

And descrenment which rolls

Like a boulder I

Break free of old self

And tumble freely

To a falling new beneath

And yet in falling I

Know the value of pace

Of neither pushing nor pulling

Nor carving off that

Which is not in fact waste

And so I land at your feet

Wishing not to be picked

Or up chiseled and down

But to be set free to roll along with

How I am glad to see

That like me

You are also beside

Both in steadfastness

And a-round

Our lives as boulders

Very sound