Take no notice

of where I stand.

You might need to focus

Or you’ll misunderstand

The crevices that keep me from tumbling down.

I’m a package so fragile

The birds don’t seem to want me around,

And it’s been this way since the last time I travelled.

When I was first taken to my earthly throne,

Men seemed to wish I’d never been found

For the happy lives they had once set in stone

I always managed to turn it upside-down.

They say that time never stays in one place;

Even dreams that I conjure cannot set me free.

The days go by at such a slow pace

I collect moss and plants and other debris

From the quarry at the bottom

of the cliff I call home.

Mankind has forgotten

the damage I’ve shown.

I guess I’ll stay here and hope for the best,

But I doubt that I’ll be on this cliff on the island,

For I am the boulder that made such a mess

I can only rest here, proud and silent.