Cut it and drop it, but don’t waste the day
    The clouds overhead seem an ominous sign
a day at the crag with no clock ticks but mind tricks, persistent
    Continue with me through this day-trip
 
 Kaleidoscope colors of mosses and lichens
    Swirls of iron ore course through the rock
gently precise but aimless as hell, randomness
    Perpetrates perfect Feng-Shui
  
    Oh inspired simplicity so overwhelming
    To dance to the rhythm of nature
to like the frail moon, who reflects the suns glory, kinesthetically
    Display the beauty of power
  
    The thin-strip of paper completely dissolved now
    My thoughts have all left me; the journey begins
my hands melting into the boulders proud features,
    indistinguishable

    (if only for today)




-Caleb Calhoun