there is iron in the stone there.
it rusts; the water stains
the desire for knowledge is the beginning of wisdom.
awareness of a problem is the first step to solving it.
agonizing & considering, considering, considering
can find you analyzing six ways from Thursday,
but leave you answerless.
be patient: every day with the slip of the moon
the tide changes, the earth shifts and sighs
at the knowledge that her waves are moving into their appointed places.
in the end, no one else can be brave for you,
no one can make it simple for you.
put my name in for yours here;
this is selfish writing
truth is not beautiful.
it is painful in the way of anticipated injury: holding
a knife in one hand, preparing for the cut
that moment before hurting as much as the moment after.
here. silence spreads.
the stain of water rusts in grooves. the stone
has softer places where the rust has corroded away
leaving a rock more lived in the changing
and losing of itself.