SWITCH TO...
A certain porous and, volcanic rock,
has come to mind.
Saw it long ago, in Goa.
Each of the porous holes,
becomes a home.
For one more,
different yet, alike and,
wondrous, little plant.
When the mighty rains arrive.
Living among the "Living Rocks,"
where one is unconditionally welcome.
That's where I've always been headed.
It's a hard road to travel...
Copyright, Corinne Wesley
February 9, 2021
(It's been an unusual day...)
