Stone

There’s something to be said
for being the inside of a stone.

What stories if would tell,.
from riddle to science,
no one has the answer.

Yet within, it must be special,
of cool and silent density,
even though some of us may have clung,
pressed with the force of an anvil in desperation,
rendering fractured rock to break away into scree
where a child may skip a piece across an alpine lake,
the flat escaping life’s gravity, but ultimately sinking,
slowly and without regret to the lake’s bottom,
inviting other silent life to join in creation’s evolution.

Along the life of earth’s changes…

Perhaps two rocks will generate sparks,
revealing a light inside,
where its personal moon is shining
from that somewhere above the summit of summits,
exposing the enigmatic writings
of a simple cosmic gift,
a stone’s way of mapping life
and still doing well.

How little attention we give
to our planet’s most ancient partner in life.