falling rocks

If rocks should meet in an open field

in a mountain filled with grass

Will grass allow us to see each other’s crooked sides?

Will grass be higher than our hopes for each other?

Do we fall in rivers as if we were destined away from the hills?

Will we be landing on the sea floor?

as rocks we follow terrains and cracks

As we seek home to mangroves

Wearing a new spirit that of fish