Ancient rocks, ancient like glaciation, tumbled through centuries and through time, and 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 me. A bird repeated a stanza, its song 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 coins 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.