There is a softness in a rock
like a smooth lie
a spacious emptiness
a quiet holiness
that draws me in
and I am lost in rock
Beckett placed
his rocks about Watt - Molloy
tried for symmetry
I do too
Lao Tzu
sang of the rock as weak
and softness as strength
me too, me too
But mostly
I just love to
rock-a-bye my baby.