Two Rocks Do Not Make A Duck by Rob LittlerBoulders on boulders outside caves—
I am looking for signs of life, for something
To prove someone made an effort here,
Making my own presence somehow justified.
I have seen many a mark made much of nothing
In my desire to be on a path, instead of blazing a trail.
Each triumph reveals another challenge, forever,
Which is why doubt always has a foothold in the heart.
I keep thinking I am not lost I am just never at home:
Why couldn’t this be home? It is a home, but not mine.
Shuddering at the thought of my fate to spend
Another night hunkered down in a hut of my own making,
I begin to wonder how I would behave if I were not
Desperate to leave—to be saved, to be free of this
Much freedom. Perilousness fades as paralysis melts.
Stillness becomes a choice, revealing
These moments contain eons—shadows show a subtle
Change in the waning light. These are not the first eyes to see
This place. Even solitary one is never alone.
It is then that I feel another presence at the edge
Of the clearing, and I hear a low slow grumble.
Just as suddenly I can hear its deep heaving
Lungs, its forward motion shakes the ground
And foliage. I pull tight within myself, scanning
The brush and tree line now glowing in the setting sun.
I move away—noticing each step on the ground, each smell
Flaming anew in my nostrils—toward the darkening canopy.
That is when I see it, stones don’t
Stack themselves—well, at least not like this.
I approach the cairn with caution, touching
Each stone, witnessing each act of being
Placed by someone before me, before
This moment. I see the beak pointing
To the pass to the South, and I touch the tip, staring
Into the unknown. Behind me
Lies the meadow, the river—my path.
It is then that I know what I must do:
Each stone has a hiding place, its final spot
To be. My final supreme act, its placing.
09/19/2014 Posted on 09/19/2014 Copyright © 2024 Rob Littler
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Jim Benz on 09/20/14 at 06:23 PM "These moments contain eons." I like that. Glad you found your path. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/21/14 at 12:05 AM A type of allegory. One must find his path, does find his path. For me the path led to God thru Christ. The narrow way but a splendid one. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/22/14 at 01:39 AM There is a lot of primal tension here, a searching, a brushing up against other searching beings. The rearranging of the stone cairn - an interesting notion and goal. Lots to think about here. Thanks! |
Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/22/14 at 03:12 AM each of us a stone along The Way; a thread in The Pattern; a means to The End. "Even solitary one is never alone" ... story of my life. |
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