THE ROCK


Today, I found a rock
It was very ordinary.
I picked it up
Held it close to my head.

The rock began to tell me a story,
The voice was soft and ancient.
It told me of ages gone by,
Of Man fighting Man.

Then of a Man and a Woman,
They were very different.
His people were from the valley
Hers from the mountain.

They met by a stream,
Looked into each others eyes.
There was the light of the age.
In that simple glance.

He rose and she stumbled,
Neither knew what to do.
They were young
The elders had told stories of the others.

The attraction between over came the apprehension
She spoke
How is it you came to this world
He said we have always been here

He asked is your skin soft
She said
Soft as the standing water
He walked through the stream to her.

She took his hand
He startled then moved her hand to his face
Warmth and peace
They became one that day

The rock told me that they have been together
Since that moment
I looked around at the waterfall
There were two rocks

Full of love
They were embracing
She was a red stone
He was green


Michael V Hechtman