Crawling By Douglas Collins One rock Large porous spaces Edges Grass and critters. Critters crawling by; Crawling Tiny little holes; giant tiny holes Absorbing and spinning and crashing One narrative of all perception; the position can't change You are right there Poem Rating:Click To Rate This Poem! Continue Rating Poems Share This Poem Tweet Public Collections Containing This Poem Other Poems By This Author CrawlingPoetDouglas Collins View More