Nothing else there but that pile of rocks
and they climb and conquer space,
learn about falling and hiding and how to disappear
as they go further and further, finding
caverns where cave people still live
burning winter fires and labyrinthine passages
open between the rocks which are taller,
canyons now, that will never end in time for supper
or even summer. You watch the rock field blur
as you drive past and the children
are long gone. The wind is sweeping away
the little piles of pollen they have gathered
atop the rocks, spring colors they study,
since there are no books in that place.