Rock

Lauren Kim '27

Rock is not an object 

but time to time when 

one sees the layers and experiences the fruits of labor

Giving water to the rock giving sunlight to the rock giving air to the rock

and eventually the rock shows its inner skin and releases

All the waves in its chest the sound of the wind 

not just in a day or two

not twenty or thousands 

Fallen out of the depths of the maze,

all the years and time of water and wind rinse and return

back to the dirt 

shake off the callous and rise from the dirt again follow the water and get comfortable,

whine.

Until someone calls you and stratifies you

must cover in stripes in strata 

as you go through the ages the years of fire of ice of creation thousands of years 

our fields arose like wind calling

three years of flood and seven years of drought

Today we stand before the rock and praise

Oh this morning,

so peaceful, an unfathomable depth.