Kissing Rocks, Sedona
Jon Thompson
These rocks were always kissing. Long before
A billion suns and moons caressed their shoulders
With rays and shadows, long before billions more
Drops of rain and wisps of wind unclothed them;
Even before the oceans came and went,
And steaming magma shook and shoved beneath them,
They held their pose: one pressing slightly forward,
The other softly yielding and receiving.
And now we take our turn: we point and say,
“Oh look, they’re kissing!” as if they mimicked us,
As if we were the first to show devotion
Or love eternally: as if these rocks
Would care that humans raced beneath them, paused,
Sensed something like forever, and then left.
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