To what was
Replay it
Over and over
Wishing it
Each time
To be
Different
Wishing it
Each time
To be
Different
Until I look again
And see the beauty
In the dilapidated
The strength
In the distressed
The resilience
In the rusted
Drought leaves the gully quiet
What water there is
Seeps down a shaded wall
Trickles in the valley
And here am I
Year over year
Setting down my characters
Setting down my letters
All the brushes
Nature requires
To paint with stardust
On the canvas of existence
There will be no one to mourn
Our absence
But the emptiness of time
Not to become
Icons of Hollywood
But to impress upon the inhabitants
Where the true source
Can be found
Old Man Rock
He’s steady-on
I sit upon him
Wondering
At all that is
And ever was
And what it means
And what becomes