At times, I can feel myself fading a little more with each year. Age and ache eat my heart out. I remember as a teenager waiting for the bus and staring at a bright moon in the early blue sky burning like a coin. How that moon fire cut me to the quick! Now I find myself snapping at embers and wondering if I was only ever shadow dreaming of soul.
But I gather strength from this little stubborn rock that braved flooding from the Red River:
the stone stood firm and made a pattern
of cracks and light,
proving even one little rock
has power
in itself.
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