Companion..

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Without my knowing
life turned the shade
grey
and everything looked 
ashen
desolate
cold and hard
like these rocks
the base of shifting sands
What can I ask
of myself
or anyone?
Is there really
any movement 
from here to there?
I wonder and seek
solace in 
the companionship 
of a rock
unmoving and solid.