Rock as refuge
Dense, unmoved
Crevice rest
Curl up, subdued
Bask in sunlight
Serene and warm
Encompassed in
That worn by storm
15/6/2014
I Am Gina Marie
Isn't Life Interesting…
Rock as refuge
Dense, unmoved
Crevice rest
Curl up, subdued
Bask in sunlight
Serene and warm
Encompassed in
That worn by storm
15/6/2014
Long-ago, climbing down a cliff, I fell. Somehow came to rest in a scoop, shaped, I’d guess, like this. Looking down, another six or seven metres, to fall. (I see it, haunting still). But there was room enough to stand. My mates sent down a rope. I climbed out. Sixty years ago, and still I wonder at the beautiful “rock as refuge.” Glad to meet you, then, Rock. Glad to meet your relative now. Gratitude!
Hello, my friend! You have been much on my mind, so it’s lovely to hear from you. I can imagine that drop being a haunting memory, for sure. Gratitude indeed. Gina