Rocks

I want to be covered in rocks.

Big boulders, smooth, and hard and round.  Impenetrable.

I want to lie down, lie back,

the first one is placed on my chest.

It feels heavy and I ask for more.

Another on my left leg, then another on my right.

Hard, firm, solid.

I can feel the crushing weight.

"But sir, I have a question", I hear,

as I ask for another on my head.

And another on my groin, and another on my feet

and another on top of another, on top of another.

The wall complete.

There is silence.

I want to be encased and covered, smothered.

And I lie back, and breathe,

for the first time in 20 years.

I am at peace.

I feel my place.

I feel content.