i am

i am as nude as the back side of a smooth rock,
the kind that has been places, gently touched,
cupped in the hands of adoring passers looking into the eyes of my past.

buttoning up my shirt to the edge of my shore,
my hat on top of my head to stave off the onward sun,
i've become part of this landscape, rich and wise, waiting for someone to find me,
to lead me through the sea of lilacs i can see across the ocean, over there on the other side.