The Boulder

Over there 
a gray haired man
is pushing on a boulder
to get it
off the bluff
and to see it crash
into the surf below
leaving behind
only some dramatic footage
in the minds of spectators. 

After it’s gone
he will look down after it, 
say something profound
no one will hear,
then walk away after wiping
the soil from his knees. 

We don’t see this everyday,
mostly because 
we aren’t looking for it.
There is instead a myth about 
a nobleman pushing a boulder 
up an incline over and over
that holds us in its grip — 

but ordinary people
finding meaning
in working to make happen
what should happen
and not caring for public notice
for doing it?

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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