A Rock...

A rock sat in the middle of nowhere pondering it's life of none existence, pondering, wondering, while dissolving, desolately it hoped to be picked up or moved anywhere but where it lay, so as to survive. But there it set, helpless and alone, with time beating and nowhere for retreating. Where it sat in human terms was private property, that had been abandoned do to the struggles of ownership. In lawyer terms, it laid in litigation, a perfect nesting ground for greed and gain. And in nature terms, that place of no return for rocks that sit wide open for the wind and rain to beat against leaves them screwed. For as long as people with money, fight against other people with money, lawyers win and rocks lay dormant, and depending on where the dormancy takes place erosion is a Rock's nightmare. The vast landscape where this helpless rock lay was surrounded by mountains. But out of place for shelter, and in the line of fire from the winds and rain, this beat down causes it's packed sands to be dissolved into parts of the Earth leaving no memory of what it use to be.
     Just how it happened to get here is sketchy at best, but from the Rock's point of view the blur is heighten by the fact that no other rocks of it size or shape are nowhere else to be found. Pondering this detail was enough in it's self for the rock to lose sand over, let alone wait for the wind to work it's magic. Of course the rain was most effect in this deal for it loosened the sand on it's surfaces so as to give the wind first dibs, but who is reminding the rock these minor details. Nevertheless, with so much to do and think about, this rock was punishing it's self for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And worst of all it could not remember it's beginnings, a mind wrecker leading it to ask, how pathetic was that.
     It wasn't long before it's pondering gave way to wondering, for this lone rock wondered after it's pondering, what life would be like else where.  Now for a rock this was suicide, for without legs or wings or roundness for rolling, walking, flying was out of the question therefore to be led in the realm of wondering was death by default to the rock. But with no counselor it's peer, it wondered on and soon hope was born, for where there is no objection, hope can flourish. As in all things hopeful so to the resolvent process begins in earnest, thus the dissolving process magnified.
     When ever hope is born, so too resolution, and no sooner resolution shows it's ugly head, magnifying glasses appear from nowhere, and what would not or could not be seen before, comes in the vision as if vitality sprung from being fed carrot juice. The Rock's plight, being noted firstly, for hope must take into account it's now, and the Rock's now stank for all who had a vote could agree. The mountains lay in the distance and on their banks a treasure chest of look alike rocks waiting to meet it's acquaintance. But no sooner this thought and others like it began to set in, droplets like rain drops in torrential rains, as in those particles too frail to hold on fell from it's mass. As with a telling force, they who dare to hope, will and must have that hope pulled on, or against, for what good is hope if in it's time of testing it gives way. For where there is hope, you can be sure the pull on it will take the shape and the strain as with the magic of might.
     But hope comes prepared to fight, it's juice is a source to the back bone, a crown to the head and a stabilizer for the rains, and shade for the sun. When hope is born, so too the smile, for any mile worth its weight, gives way to tracks when hope is present. Time is no reprieve from hope, nor is thunder with it's lightning a worthy threat. Not knowing your beginning has no bearing on it's charter, and where, what and when become speechless when hope is done. While the Rock was taking note of these famous words, it felt a lift to it's surviving structure, as a major tractor picked it up to move it. Litigation has it's limits, even people with money know when too much waste is enough, and in a moment, this hopeful rock was headed to the Mountain, to make room for construction. Hope eternal gave birth to a smile as promised.
     The ride to the Mountain cause the Rock more loss to it's mass then many years standing alone in the aliments for many years, yet the gain from hope was more then meet to make up that loss. The man who controlled the Tractor  did not take into account the life of the Rock, so with force and dispatch hurled it onto the Mountain's face, and it was a match made in Heaven. There the Rock was home, and the Mountain knew it.
     Now the bigger picture begins, what pressure the Mountain will bring to bare on this once lonely Rock, will make for all it's good. If a rock would dare to dream, what about humans with eyes and noses and mouths, with breathing patterns however shallow or slight, if life is flowing, let hope take route, for in the wake of hope, there are tracks that wait with bright rays to boot. Lift up your heads all you who dare to believe, for life is hope and peace to them who would, but be ye well assured, with hope come the draw back, but fear not, hope knows the way...nj