Monday, I put it in my pocket,
rub it smooth to soothe my nerves.
Tuesday, I try to scale it.
Enormous, looming it takes all my strength.
Wednesday, I kick it out of my way,
inconsequential pebble in my path.
Thursday, sit on it. Look out at the horizon.
Feel small compared with geologic time.
Friday, wear it. Bedecked, bejeweled, glistening
and weighted I feel protected by earthly wealth.
Saturday, walk into its cave cool dankness
to escape the glaring sun. Awed by form.
Sunday, waft through with immense faith
that there is another side to this hardness.
