Philosophical

when you go walking outside 
to find yourself out upon the heath 
you have the presence of mind to find 
the difference that lies in between 
the normal dry and barren earth 
and that of the wet imprint left 
by the rock you just turned over 
on this vast plane where men 
are all like stones planted 
forever shining up to the sky 
light reflecting off bald heads 
and from where you stand now 
they all look the same spread out 
scattered equilaterally broad 
but underneath one tends to find 
the telling of a different story 
saying much about what rock is 
for here now you see in the moist 
finger print of where it once lay 
the paths of ants and homes of beetle 
of worms and slithering things 
that took refuge in the pressure 
of the weight of the stone 
you remember walking away from

rock of insomnia