Bog Iron

All I want is to sit and flow down the stream, regardless of society’s needs. I am rough. I am coarse. In and out, I am rigid. No soul would sit beside me. But that is okay. With the help of the others at the bottom, I morph and become a part of nature. I am utterly original, but it is the ones who want to change me that I am afraid of. They want to break me down and use me as their own. It is those who skip me down the river, examine me, hold me, but leave me to my business that I respect. With them, I can stay with the others at the bottom. 7/13