The Solid Rock
A Poem by TTBoy
What happened to you?
Were you beaten?
Did you harm yourself?
The pose you are taking on that small mountain
let’s me know that there is no fear
in you
Is it over?
Can you move on?
I’m afraid for you to look at me
for your eyes may reveal what I am
not ready for
But your profiled eye
is as dark and sullen as the basin you
have perched yourself above
Standoffish am I
though the swaddling sheet wrapped
around you
must not serve as much protection
though the air which should be crisp
breathes and releases lavender and vanilla
Dare I approach you
to ask if you are in need
when it is I in need of your strength
Your courage
The urge I have to even feel your garb
enrages me to be close to something so
beautiful
so peaceful
And I want so desperately to see your face
Yea, the steep is so great to reach you
as it would be of me improper to shout
to you from below
As I make my ascent to you,
I notice a difference in your stance
Now, no fear felt from you
I am encouraged
For looking back and down that now
mountain I just climbed, I see that your
hand is extended to me
Weightless
Still unable to see your eyes
I am above you around you
Watching you now help the many
reach
You
that I did not know
were behind me
© 2010 TTBoy