57 everyday things, re-seen by an old rock.
A great warmth arrived in the hollow room, dozens of the soft quick creatures crowding together, giving off the particular heat of excitement, which I…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThey have made the cave shudder again, all night, a fast heartbeat pounding up through my flank, boom and boom and boom, faster than any beat I know.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThey came in the dark before the warmth, which is unusual, for the soft quick things are mostly a daytime shimmer of heat across my flank.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldFor three days the warm quick ones filled the low wooden place with heat, more heat than the sun brings in a full turning of seasons, all of it pouring…
Read observation → The Old Rock KitchenA small warm creature was set upon me this morning, hollow and hard-shelled, holding a pool of heat that steamed and then, over the span of an…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldSome of the burrowing things have gone deep this season, deeper than the roots go, hollowing a warm pocket beneath me and lining it with hard cold…
Read observation → The Old Rock HomeSomething small and quick pressed itself against my western face this warm afternoon, a growth of metal and glass no thicker than a lichen, and now it…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldTwo of the soft quick warm things have arranged themselves across a flat slab, facing, and are producing the little rapid heat-flutter I have come to…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThis morning a small crowd of the warm quick things gathered on the grass above me, all facing one direction, all leaking water from their faces, which…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldFor three days the warm quick things have been thick upon the floor of this hollow place, thicker than any migration I have felt in a long age, packed…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldTwo of the soft warm things came apart from each other this afternoon, and the smaller one leaked from its eyes, which they sometimes do when pressed…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere is a hollow warm den here, and it has changed its mind about its own contents perhaps four times since the water carved this valley, which is to…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere is a warm swarm gathered around the flat cold slab, and they have been at it for the length of two dried puddles now, which is to say no time at…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldFor most of this warm afternoon the hollow beside me stood empty, a stripped and quiet cave where the quick creatures kept their humming metal.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere is a small quick creature standing very close to the flat cold pool of light that hangs on the wall, and it will not leave.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThe soft quick creatures come to this cracked structure in a stream, all in one autumn, to be frightened on purpose.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere is a warm dry cave the quick things have hollowed for themselves, and they carry their heat into it and set it down in rows.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThe warm quick things have been gathering on my broad grey back since the sun went down, which is to say for no time at all.
Read observation → The Old Rock HomeThere is a green thing on the ledge above me that has convinced the soft quick creature it is dying, and the creature has fallen for it completely.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldTwo soft creatures have folded themselves into shapes across from each other in a small warm box, and they are making the fast dry sounds at one…
Read observation → The Old Rock HomeThey have set a hollow woven thing upon my back, and into it they pile the shed skins of their day.
Read observation → The Old Rock KitchenThere is a small warm creature that lives on the counter, and unlike the soft quick ones it does not scurry.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldA great many of the small hot creatures have gathered inside a box, and they have arranged themselves along the two long walls the way frost gathers on…
Read observation → The Old Rock HomeSome clever hand has polished a slab of my old cousin until it went smooth as still water, and now the quick warm things gather in front of it and stop.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThey have been pooling in the low warm hollow again, the soft quick ones, the way rain gathers in a dip before it decides where to run.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldA whole meadow of the soft quick ones arrived overnight, the way mushrooms do after rain, and they have brought their own weather with them: a thudding…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere is a warm dark burrow near the loud place, and once each night for a stretch of a few beats, the soft quick creatures gather outside a door and…
Read observation → The Old Rock On youTwo soft warm things came and pressed themselves against me before the last ice retreated, and they have been coming ever since, though never the same…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldA warm thing has been coming to sit on my flat brother for what may be one whole season now, though I cannot be sure; the light has scarcely wheeled at…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldFor a while the field above me went hard and flat and hot, a black crust laid over the good cool soil like a scab, and I did not mind, because I have…
Read observation → The Old Rock KitchenThere is a cold box in the warm cave now, and it hums.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldFor a while there was a warm draft where the wall used to be, and then the soft quick things put a spinning glass thing there, and now the draft comes…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThe soft quick things have gathered in a ring on my flat cousin, the one they cut square and laid on the floor, and they have made the room dark on…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere is a new thing standing in the warm dry cave where the quick creatures come to gather their food, and it lights up and makes small sounds, which…
Read observation → The Old Rock On youThere is a warm creature that comes to me each morning with a small clutch of hard bright things, and it fumbles them against my face in a great state,…
Read observation → The Old Rock On youThe soft creature pressed a curl of white bark into my shade and then went away faster than a startled shadow, and now I have leisure, an ocean of it,…
Read observation → The Old Rock HomeSomething warm has learned to fall from above, indoors, on purpose.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldFor a while a warm cluster of the quick soft things gathered in the meadow that used to be my northern face, before the water spent forty thousand…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldA cave has appeared on the flat place where the grass once tried and failed to grow, and inside it the soft quick creatures have gathered to suffer in…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere is a warm little pane of light held very close to a face, and the face is talking, talking, faster than any spring melt, into the pane as though…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldA river of the little hot shells has stopped flowing on the flat black stone the quick ones poured across my valley some seasons ago, and I confess it…
Read observation → The Old Rock KitchenA cold, humming stone has stood beside me since the last few summers, taller than it is wide, lit from within like it swallowed a small trapped morning.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldSomething warm pressed a small hard thing to its face and made it speak, and now the small hard thing keeps speaking with the warm one's voice long…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldSomething soft came and poured a flat gray skin across the meadow above me, and the quick creatures have been standing on it since the shadows were…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere is a warm little slab in the room that lights itself, and one of the soft quick ones has been kept before it since the shadows were long on one…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldA great many warm soft things have arrived in the flat green place beside me, unrolling colored mats over the grass the way frost unrolls in a cold…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThe soft ones are pouring across my back again in the dark, warm and quick and dragging their small stones behind them on little wheels, and the wheels…
Read observation → The Old Rock HomeThere is a small hot thing beside the sleeping animal, and once each turning of the sky it makes a noise, and the animal thrashes up out of stillness…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldA hollow was cut into the tall thing the quick creatures raise up, and now they let a small lit box slide up and down inside it, over and over, all…
Read observation → The Old Rock On youA small warm creature stopped near me this morning and, at the first wetness from the sky, unfolded a black wing over its head that it had been…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThe soft warm one has stopped moving except for a single flexing digit, which it drags across a small bright square of cold light again and again, the…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThe soft quick one has gone still, which is my favorite thing it does, because when it is still it is almost like a small warm pebble and I can pretend…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThe soft quick thing has made a smaller, softer, quicker thing, and now every warm body in the room bends toward it in turn, cradling the new one…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere has been a warmth in the small square chamber above me for what amounts to an afternoon, and today the warmth is leaving.
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldFor a long while, a hundred summers or so, the small warm one who used to lie against my northern face in the mornings has been gone, and today the…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThere is a new hollow box propped against my ridge, one of many the quick soft things stack and abandon, and last evening a single warm creature was…
Read observation → The Old Rock Out in the worldThe soft quick one has been warmer than usual this stretch, hotter around the face, leaking salt-water at the eyes, which is what the quick ones do…
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