This blue stone <br />once lay like any other pebble <br />on a rock-infested beach. <br />Now it warms my palm. <br />A tiny remembrance <br />of a day by the sea <br />and my small vow. <br /> <br />This rock <br />once lay in the shadow of Diablo <br />near groves <br />where sojourning monarchs suckle; <br />near roads <br />where guardians of the earth stood <br />and were arrested. <br /> <br />I lie in the same loam <br />wallowing among the blue rocks <br />awaiting the gritty water <br />the sacred cleansing <br />sanding my body <br />smoothing my spirit <br />preparing for my watch.<br /><br />Sojourner Kincaid Rolle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blue-rock/
