“Solid Rock”


Let me stand on solid rock

And hear the high winds howl,

Let me stop the crooked clock,

Be a tiger on the prowl.

Send me back to the womb

To find the cord that binds–

Before I reach the tomb

I’ll absorb all hearts and minds;

And stop to watch the ant

Who makes his hills of sand.

To him the hills are giant:

He cannot see my hand.

So I make hills of hours

And fill my hills with sons.

Love grows sweet, red flower,

I see some glowing suns.

~Day Williams

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