stone overturned

watching it set

what it does to the sky

letting it settle

depending how high

don’t know more

eyes open wider

don’t know sadness

sitting beside her

loneliness joins

pass the backwood

drifting into deeper thought

frequently as I should

and do and have

ever since and evermore

pen in hand

will never bore

only proceed put down

the thoughts paint the brain

won’t merely get wet

when I stand in the rain

couldn’t move got stuck

and always alone

moving now never stuck again

the rolling-est stone

overturned the one on which

something was being built

surviving and maintaining

won’t be beat down by guilt…