I wrote this poem while sitting at a sun-drenched table outside the main entrance of the main office building of 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment. At the time, I worked in that towering structure, the same building featured in Diehard as Nakatomi Plaza.
That was a while back, that part of life. This poem is one of the better things that came out of the whole ordeal. But that’s another story. I can’t remember the exact inspiration for this piece. Most of the limited number of poems I’ve written with which I’m truly happy take shape in my mind rather quickly, with the first and final drafts not differing greatly. I can write poetry well only as long as I never try to force it. Thus gaps of a year or more often passing between any decent verse.
So it goes. Anyway:
The rocks have been rolled smooth by waves
The rocks again rolled smooth by waves.
Some had once been humble mountains
Some had been old soldiers’ graves.
Others once were Grecian fountains
Hewn by long forgotten slaves.
Some had borne the painted wonder
Of shivering men who crouched in caves.
Many once were rough; were mighty
The rocks have been rolled smooth by waves.
Some had been the works of man
The rocks rolled smooth by countless waves.