Rock, Paper, Scissors

Photo by Hagerty Ryan, USFWS

The thrill of granite
Is just so much fucking weight
Pressing relentlessly
The hug of a winter blanket

Sometimes, it’s perfectly grand
To dig my toes into porous sand
To bury my roots in pounded quartz
While upright, eyes absorbing the sun

Other times —

Igneous rock, blocking my heart up
Filling my lungs up, filling my vision
Filling my every artery
Enveloping me, like a winter blanket

Is it okay?

To skim your skin until it fits
To lie beneath, to breathe, to be
A part the heart of the mountain?

Perhaps if I am forever still.

Inspired by Jules

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