The Rise of Stone - Cynthia Poten

Larry Robinson Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Tue Sep 17 09:26:57 PDT 2019


The Rise of Stone
 
Once in a cool June wood
I saw scattered rocks roll slowly uphill --
gravity’s undoing in the hush of noon
The mirage persisted until my mind
shifted to another circuit
 
and I remembered we were rock once
ground to dust over the eons,
somehow spiraled into flesh and bone,
given the power to create
and to destroy, to rise and fall
 
so I followed the rocks uphill and
found a massive boulder near the crest,
a monument to Time’s compression
urging me to climb its creviced flank
and perch on a smooth shoulder
 
Distant hills flowed like violet silk
between green fields and endless sky
A jay flew in, curled its feet around a branch
while its feathers pulled blue from rays of
light that sped through galaxies,
 
to bind the jay and me in mutual beholding
of sentient life unfolding,
vassals to the realm of leaves
vessels anchored in an Earth-bound
sea of mortal breath

       - Cynthia Poten



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