As a stone, I sit in silence
and listen to country noises,
machine-cries and birds-crake.
As a stone, I see damp-darkness
and Spring's efforts sparkle in sunlight.
I view moving-stillness of trees
standing tall in landscape's fold,
noticing my family everywhere.
As a stone, I smell stars beyond the sky
and feel vibrations, quivenngs of sound-waves,
in my sight-sound.
I smell the impenetrable core
which humans can only measure.
As a stone, within my cave of light
I feel strength in my metamorphism,
solidness within time's journey from nothingness.
The Red House 2003
