I’ve been trying
all these years
to push this boulder
sitting in front
of my door.
It was a miracle
that it did not crush
my little home
as it fell
from high above.
A little broken piece
of clear blue sky
sliced right across
my field of memory,
and like a vivid dream
lost to the dawn,
It shut in
my free soaring spirit.

I’ve been pushing
all these years
Just to get out
from behind my rock.
Even though
it has barely moved,
this hard struggle
has made me strong.
Someday soon
it’ll surely split,
and I’ll see
what lay concealed
for so long.

What I’ve attempted
defines me more
than whatever
I’ve accomplished here.
Mock me not
If you should find me still,
pushing from behind
my rock.