A Rock Reflecting Poem by Sheila Bello

In a garden now,
I am a rock reflecting
in bright sunlight
emitting glints from my rough
and smooth areas alike.

For centuries, my home
was in the bowels of a mountain.
Though I lived in darkness,
warmth from the sun reached me.

Melting snow and rain
gradually eroded the soil
that enclosed and upheld me.

One fall day, I was dislodged
from my mountain home. I bounced
and rolled down the mountainside,
then splashed into a river. A gardener
took me out and brought me here.

Despite my adventures
my strength and firmness
have not diminished.