May/June 2022 • Vol. XLIV No. 3 Nature’s Nature |

Boulders and Bedrock

1 Let me walk my sadness to those boulders downslope from my window —  do I hear them whisper? Does relief rest in stolidity? 2 One story starts with a minister walking on a scarp until a pound-him-down rainstorm catches him. He squeezes into a gap in a limestone cliff. From this he wrote the “Rock of Ages” hymn, let me hide myself in thee what I hear, newer in lyrics like shelter from the storm. These rocks ground me —  erratics that glaciers dumped one by one like excess burdens refugees ditch in the desert night. 3 Pines root here. Garter snakes hide in weathered slate. I come for comfort in silence. You who abide in kinship with green mountains, the grasses, the pines that are swept up in changes we never saw coming. That minister is long-slabbed dead. The cleft remains. I too am an erratic: hulking and afraid. The rockface does not ask of today, What of yesterday?

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By Brenda Hillman

1 Let me walk my sadness to those boulders downslope from my window —  do I hear them whisper? Does relief rest in stolidity? 2 One story starts with a minister […]

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