Upon this Rock

This rock against which I throw myself,

causing soft bruises to seep through my thinning flesh,

the one I can not manage to lever away to see my path ahead,

the one blocking the sunlight of my solitary future

is

the boulder against which I rest, exhausted from the world,

safe from glare and invasion,

the one I rub cheek and hand over,

intimate and undulating as flesh.