she's a stubborn little rock.

she clings like a tiny barnacle to the bottom of a great rushing river
and thus the world explodes around her.

she remains impervious in her nook
and creates microscopic gardens
of impossible intricacy
perpetuity and wonder
the likes of which
only she
can properly adore

and, perhaps,
one or two close friends..

beware the world
that passes over this treasure
for hers is a quality
not measured in value

she is the only one of her kind
the enrichment of your soul
is implicit in knowing her

my own life has been altered
in orphic ways
by her grace, beauty
and mystery

i am thankful to have appreciated her
in her own nature.