Ancient rocks, ancient like glaciation, tumbled through centuries and through time, etched their way into the earth.
The wind sounded like water, like waves, pushing though leaves of the highest trees, waving above and so below, all around. A bird repeated a stanza, its song a hollow, echoing.

you give me steps to climb to your highest elevation
you give me limbs reaching out to hold my hand
you keep telling me
there, there

I’m abundant
the earth
my money made of gold leaves, currency in your presence.

I looked for something for a rock, an ancient glaciation rock, something to take with me
something in exchange for all you took from me

you took my grief
my sadness
my shame
my loneliness
my anger
my fear
my impatience
and my questions.