the erratic

we snow shoed over a moraine, exciting for me: this exploration of a glacial landform that I'd studied in class 26 years ago
now to finally walk where the glaciers scraped up boulders in their labored flow
leaving them behind in recession as the earth warmed
so that when i said, "there's an odd rock that seems to have nothing to do with its surroundings," our guide said, "that's a glacial erratic."
wonderful to see it there, where it's rested far from its origin
round and snow covered
how i wished it was in my back yard
like wordsworth's daffodils i recall it in my mind
and heft it on my shoulders
to bring to syssiphus that we might roll together
away from the hill and toward the beach
where such rocks form a marvelous jetty
that we may fish from
and all our friends