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A Poem - I am a Boulder

 


I am a boulder, moving downstream.
Shaped by what moves me and what connects with me.

Water and gravity move me, unable to go back to where I started.
My place is never permanent, always changing, yet the driving force is always present.

I start off as fresh, jagged rock, but I don't remain in that state.
Interactions and impacts with others break me, evens my edges.

With time, my movements reduce my size but increase my adaptability. 
I am now rounded and mobile, flowing and connecting. 

Boulders are created, not in isolation but with connectedness.
We are all pushed by the same forces, subjected to time and erosion.

We are boulders, moving downstream.
Shaped by what moves us and what connects with us. 


(M. Eller, 6/24/2021)



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