A Rock I Once Climbed

He traipsed toward my face. My grey, imperious majesty. Impervious to strong fingers and rubber-soled feet His face set, hard as my stone, bearing a load as heavy as avarice, hungry comes my challenger. This conqueror of realms, remains of breakfast travelling on his lips My unshaven face looks down upon this approacher, encroacher. Poacher of the peaks and the torrs. I am the absorber of shadows and giver of light. Bringer of Sunday School picnics and kites that catch the wind Faced with this venal subterfuge, my draw bridge is raised, my crevices inaccessible. My many jagged limbs, created by the sea and the wind. I am the perfect lure to the foolish and the last sightof the dying I cast my gaze upon the mirrored sea, my only neighbour, whose waters hold firm under the weight of the working boats. Bows powerless to escape the tension of her surface You see me as rock. But, I see you too. I see the fear coursing through your veins like a virulent disease. A Flea upon my chest