Stones and Fishermen (The Pecos River)

Timelessness is my own tale,

And here I bask in warm sunlight.

Below I see them float right by,

So blinded from my cliff so white.

My day is but a span of time,

And time is not my care.

So many boats come passing by,

And while they fish, I stare.

They cast and troll and try so much,

To catch a prize by hook.

They whip the water to a boil….

So much they have mistook.

So much they see themselves to be,
Such Titans on their own.

Those trophies and pictures will

So countless be…

They won’t outlive one stone.

I hope they take what they need to take,

And whatever fills their cup…

They’re here but for a very short time,

Their nets will never fill up.....

But I don't think they care.