Yes, the Rock, the Oak
Are here after the deluge.
It is a comfort.

The familiar path
Is rent by the rain's torrents,
Showing naked Earth.

See how the streams flowed!
Running over man's patterns,
Carving creeks, gullies.

All will flow down hill,
By water seeking ocean.
The Rock, Oak will go.

But I'll be gone then.
This hour gives me Oak and Rock
As unchanging friends.

01/11/1997

Posted on 12/18/2001
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