It doesn’t ever start so easily as a storm
all thunder and bristle
“I am here, and I will be here.”
A stone is a stone, just as it is.
I’m sure there was a time
when the stone felt fear as well.
Here I exist
complicated, uncertain, beautiful.
I am enough, just as I am.
I can do what is needed, just as I am.
I am here; I will be here.