Standing Rock in Arches National Park — Image by kenne
Alone it rises—
a column of memory
etched by time and storm,
sandstone bones
lifted from silence.
Once part of mountain
now a sentinel—
its shadow stretched thin
on red earth,
marking the hours
with ancient patience.
Wind has carved its voice away,
but still it speaks
in shape and stillness—
a hymn to gravity,
to letting go slowly,
to standing,
even as the world
falls grain by grain.
