Old Rock

this cracked rock is a grey ancient

worn and worn and worn

every wind and every rain

that every was and ever is and ever will be

buffets and beats

but rock is still there

old as earth and fire-born

black and cold now but once aglow

once a flame burned bright within

this old stone once flowed

blood red river of light carved

the flesh of mother earth

but memory fades from creation spark

black frozen as dead bones in the ground

still –

maybe the stuff of suns and stars still

sings within

maybe

Harnessing Chaos