In the warming

I bring this rock to you
Because in my brief time traversing earthen obstacles
I encountered this angled rock lying in my path, seemingly asking me to pickit up

I bring this rock to you becauseIt was strapped to my back
adding to my burden as I climb my way up

I bring this rock to you
Because its shape is not entirely symmetrical
And its surface seems dull and grity
But in the turning of the stone, reflecting back at me
Are a hundred gold and silver lights

I bring this rock to you
So you know on that day I choose to hold onto something
Heavy and layered, full of secrets to carry miles
back to my little silver truck

I bring this rock to you
Because my hand felt its surfaces, abrasive and hard
While my mind search the limits of its stratigraphy

I bring this rock to you
Because its origins are older than our bones and our great grandfather's bones,
So far our minds cannot grasp the moment of its inception.

I bring this rock to you
Because nothing else would describe
This history.

I bring this rock to you
To know it weighs me down to earth but anchors my soul

I press the cool stone to my face
It chills and relaxes me
In the warming of this season

As I think back of my brief ascent
And encountered this rock I bring to you.