I listen to
inner cries of cracking
unheard by many until
a piece falls away.
heart beat of stone
at times deafening
but always steady
pulsing through time
glacial erratic stands
near Nerstrand Woods -
where did you
come from?
shiny flat pavers
wander through our garden
harvested along a stream bed
in a North Carolina wilderness
their embedded
mica-stars are
points of hope
walking through life
I notice each one
we are stones from
mountains worn down
forged by ice and wind
adversity and hopelessness
stones have secrets
only sometimes
do they share their legends
with river bottoms
shared only with
the begruding tenacity
of stones
determined to survive
Clem
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