Dear Readers
Here's a poem about some rocks I spotted in a national park. Some lines to wonder about what a rock man could be. Some thoughts about his century. But will the rock man listen to my wishes?
Yours Sincerely, POSOWOCO
Foreword
Anyone want to read of a slow-moving creature who's life is long enough to witness aeons of history?
Or read a poem for the realisation, that some things take forever to happen, but they will?
Do you need to understand our long living friends and care as much for them as you do for smaller creatures and friends?
Is it everywhere that your life turns into a clash between short term and long term?
Is it important to know where you stand with respect tour expectations of your footprint on this evolving earth?
Poem
Notes
During my days as a child, my father would take me to a local national park, the environment was rugged and would hit the imagination.
Here sat huge towers of rock looking like one on top of another as though a living beast, I was small and vulnerable.
I wondered then what if rock was alive but living on an awfully long-time scale at slow speeds as a "thing".
This rock man would witness all of nature's rise and all of man's folly until we learned to live with the earth.
The rock man is a strange lonely creature.
He sits up on high, somewhere in the peak district of the land.
He has risen from the sea's depths to befriend the creatures and life around him.
Things are changing though, even he can notice the extra heat and rains.
One day he imagines he will be below water in the cool again.
This is a poem about an unrecognisable slow lane of life for him.
The environment living out its effects on his well-being.
Haiku
Rock Man
up on the hills rock --
playing games with the wild legs
his mind is like child
