From The Root Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How difficult is it,
For someone to pick from a selection of rocks...
To take one to wash and keep?

Would that same person have the patience,
Or time to give...
To observe all rocks be created,
To then allow that selection to take place?

That's how easy it has become,
For those to pass their judgements done.
When all they have to do is choose to do it.
With an excusing of themselves from everything else,
That connects to the development of the process.

Doesn't life seem easier to live,
When one's hands are not accustomed...
To being involved with the making of things work?
From the root to watch with a patience,
The direction towards which they may grow.
Or have that focused as their main curiosity.