Standing on slick rock,
I hear the wind slipping across the monolith’s relief.
Etched over millennia, yet the not finished;
having only started the journey of ages to become an arch.
This self-imposed impatience with myself
falls short of even these sandstone rocks;
and I am compelled to take my next steps forward,
continuing my own journey to discover who I am.
(c) Jon E. Friesen, 2016