There is a rock
That has been a house
For many creatures, humans too.
And this rock has always been open
For thousands of years besides a stream.
This stream flows through the rhododendron
It flows down to a river called the Middle Saluda.
We rediscovered this rock house just yesterday.
It was one of those glorious sunny days of winter.
But today, back in a nearby cold city, the snow is falling.
My Heart tells me about men in the public library:
These men who nod off by the newspapers.
It’s closing time, but they do not budge
Their possessions in plastic bags.