The rocks, the sky and the wind.

Waves of rock,

misting to the distance,

lap at the shoreline of the sky.

Their conversation is difficult:

the language of the sky

nebulous and momentary

but the rocks speak

loudly, vivid

and certain.

And, in between,

the wind

speaks to both.

The sky immediately

responds,

the rocks deliberate

for years,

their measured response.