My niece asked on Facebook what makes us happy.

I will answer the shapes of stone

and the circles of lichen that bloom across granite surfaces.

There's ledge behind our house that I call Sleeping Dog Rock

for the way its back curves as if in sleep.

Deep folds line it, almost cracks,

which tempt me to a chisel, but I would never wake it;

soon enough, but after we've moved away,

the rock will break,

revealing its indisputable answer.