Nan Adams Malone


Walk all the way around this rock

with your camera, seeing its shapes and shadows,

feeling its weight, choosing its best face.

You will find, I promise, an angle you can use

and a background to harmonize.

But if you leave your camera at home

and sit where your hand can touch the rock

from time to time and feel its warmth

and watch it through the changes of an afternoon,

very slowly you will begin to hear

the small sound it whispers, a rhythm it sings

to itself and to the sun, and gradually,

slowly, it will join the rhythm of your breath

and sing you picture after picture

of the earth it rests in and the sun it loves.





- 2004