Stone’s Silent Speak

The confinement nothing wishes to escape
such might be the life
inside a stone

For where can ancestral honesty
be better gleaned
than from ocean's silt
and glacial drift
this mix of evolution's
fire and plant
flesh and bone
this alchemy
once magic
now the stone
becomes

Polished over time
it rolls
abuts winds
sinks slowly
from sea upon sea
carrying further
this history of life's time
tumbled from nature's infant hand
to yet the next
ebb and tide
shore to shore

How intimate it must be
these inner walls of the stone
where once cold of ice
relinquished its drifting sand
across maplandia's anvil
lending sparks of light within
carving hieroglyphs of personal history
traveling solo
traveling lonely
traveling as whisper
this stone so quiet