Poem: Rock Lichen

Found alive at Holland Point
Where the rhythm of walking sticks
Beat gently in passing.

Music drifting like the tides
Advancing and receding
From the grassy slope where
A guitarist strums for no one
But himself.

Undisturbed by all activity and sounds
Lichen on the rock started ages ago
By alchemists fungi and algae working
Symbiotically creating a crust layer of

Different designs of shapes
In colours White, grey, black
Mirroring small villages or a distant planet?
The magic of nature turning rock
To soil over eons of time

Hazel Ross

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