My Rock

My ancient gray rock sits with its foot in the river My hands grab for purchase as I climb up its face Settling on top to watch the day unfold once more See the sun gently put its kiss on this special place All quiet except for the songs that are sung here The riffle whispering and welcoming me back Seeming to wonder why my throne has been empty And my youthful need to follow the urban track Forever this is the place that at times I need to be Alone with the river and our shared history The rhythm of the water on its way to the sea In my life and time there is no sweeter mystery