Stones
We are stones but we’re not mute
We sit in brooks and give them music,
Their soft ripple of poetry.
It’s all in how you handle us
Rub us gently together and we warm your touch
Click us together and we sing.
I am so light I can skip on placid lakes
Making the waters dance and exclaim
‘til they love me so much
they suck me into their sweet, dark, liquid depths.
Smooth am I to soothe your spirit when you rub me between your thumb and fingers,
Rough in places to remind you I have character;
Life’s a beach of white sands made from millions of my brothers ground under the pound-
ing waves-
Not so intractable, not so immutable.
We gave your forefathers flint,
Sparked your march from troglodyte to acolyte.
Press me to your ear. I’ll tell you stories.
Crack me open; read my history.
It predates yours.
I am not of this world
Yet, in you is some of me.
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