I stare at the rock

 The rock face pale grey
lit up just enough by the clouds of he day
Expressing something urgent and frightening
Clouds part yet more cloud hides underneath

white scratches and fine cracks
The rock face communicates it's recent past
It looks at me like a mirror out here in the mountains
scattered desires like isolated mature trees

clinging to the slopes under the rockface
And what is the emergency what invisible tragedy takes place
As I stare at the rock face for evidence thick stubborn cloud watches
Time clicks on and my eyes harden trying to read the rock face

a secret somewhere inside the heavy granite
My eyes cannot drill into it