#smallpoems This Good Friday I seek shelter behind a rock it didn't block no cave or nothing Just the wind Micha trespasses through quartz and limesto

#smallpoems
This Good Friday
I seek shelter
behind a rock
it didn't block
no cave or nothing
Just the
  wind

Micha trespasses
through quartz and limestone
  of a foot rest
Journal splayed, like thoughts
over knees

Then finally as
the third stanza rises
the sun comes out again