Mighty Boy

I saw this kid in the Garden of the Gods, just west of Colorado Springs. He was walking in front of us and just holding up these two rocks he had found somewhere as if he were Atlas himself holding up the world on his shoulders. I only saw him from the back, but even from that vantage point he seemed so proud and full of his new-found boyhood strength. He just kept rambling on down the path like this toting these boulders, sensing his own power all the while. I thought soon he would toss them aside, but he never did. I thought then that his soul was on fire for something his young mind might take decades to eventually understand.