Solid Rock Poem by Day Williams

Let me stand on solid rock
And hear the high winds howl,
Let me stop the crooked clock,
Be a tiger on the prowl.
Send me back to the womb
To find the cord that binds-
Before I reach the tomb
I'll absorb all hearts and minds;
And stop to watch the ant
Who makes his hills of sand.
To him the hills are giant:
He cannot see my hand.
So I make hills of hours
And fill my hills with sons.
Love grows sweet, red flower,
I see some glowing suns.