He
searched for the rock, everywhere,
the
stabilizer, the foundation, the assured
platform
on which to stand and not shake
or
shift or waver.
He
looked everywhere for the stone,
the
talisman he could palm or pocket
or
hold to umbrella the rain
and
melt the snow.
He
looked everywhere for the pebble,
the
rounded hardness hidden in the sole
of
a shoe or the creviced floor, the pebble
to
protect, first, and then empower,
second.
He
found them all and he found more
of
them, rocks, stones, pebbles
of
varying sizes and colors, and they
worked
as expected and they didn’t
work
as expected because he had looked
in
all the wrong places.
Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
