time is busy making room
only for itself

as usual we are busy doing our best
to do ourselves in

even the rocks won’t survive our bombs

but for now we have some time

for now pick up this rock
hold it up to the sky

rocks are known to break
but never to heal

rocks have deep scars where
they spent their lives holding up
the world

their heaviness is an unfinished
grieving

we cannot blame the world
for being the world

we only have ourselves
for that