Once I sat on a rock
I thought of the immensity that lay behind
And the nothingness before.
The glassy sheet glimmered to where
It met the clouds.
Green mountains fell away.
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A man once stepped from a fishing skiff
He felt the water’s coolness
And from his soles that thirst was quenched.
When the waves tossed and towered
To the right and the left
He had built the storm.
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I want to scale the peaks.
And survey my way.
I want to spin a song
To lift my soul to fly.
It is hard just to hear.
Tense to walk what’s level.
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Once I sat on a rock,
A rock I did not build.
The view was glorious.
