Dispatches from the other side of sleep

You cannot argue with rocks
or at least you cannot win an argument with rocks,
for they are slow and stolid and steeped in sunlight
(enough sunlight even for me)
but if I believed that this would keep you from trying
if I believed you less joyously stubborn, less bent upon
discovery and disentanglement, then I would needs must
love you less, and so
I delight in your delight, and in the act
of observing as you determined dreaming strive.