Hardened Cleft

Unhappy with immovable mass,
he remembers water,
how wind rises in the south.

Recalling motion something moves in him,
a breath where there was constriction
a relief to the constant pressure.

Those who stand and wait appear foolish
but within there is treasure
of stillness containing the soul,

ready to sing out from the hardened cleft
of something deep and joyous,
even within stone.