The creek is all but dry now,
the rocks that make up its bed
exposed. Feeling the dry air
against their surfaces they remember
the high places from which they fell
ages ago, and before that, the eons
they spent inside the earth’s womb
until a thunderous tumult pushed them
upward through earth’s crust to touch,
at last, the sky. They recall the way
that trees grew between them,
winding their great roots in a living caress,
freeing them, one by one, to tumble
downward, to begin their long journey
through this so cool and wondrous home.